Insolence

I hope you remember how it felt to be desperate
to feel eyes burning into every pore in your skin
as you scurry down the hall
you beg of nothing more but to return

Suddenly the faux linoleum sheets below your feet are worn cobblestone streets
millions of colorful piano notes are swimming in your mind
burgundy, ashy, forest green, grimy black
words in tongues you cannot fathom the meaning of
all grasping for your utmost attention
and if peace governs your undivided body
will your mind be set free?

I still don't know
If you can walk down that hallway and feel what I felt.

when your words pierce my skin and travel straight to my lungs
"Gay" isn't quite a insult
but rather the substance of my being
matter in my brain, marrow in my bones

the ache I feel in my soul is real
and it's beyond my control
I think.

but importantly
visualize the ashen place I've spoken of.

it's a gray world you seem to come from.

Reviews

[Amelia May]

I agree with Xander. Quite interesting indeed. Keep up the great work.

[Jordan Smith]

This was a really great poem Claire. I really enjoyed the emotion that was used in this one. Great job and I can't wait to see what you come out with next :)

[Xander West]

Hi Claire, I like you work. Provocative, but quite interesting. I hope to see more of your pieces soon.