Escaping Though The Eyes Of My Own CantaloupeA Poem by Crystal Antlers
My mind is what seems to be
A certain cantaloupe of memories that proceeds through my brain Wandering through my brain like an withered old lady Shouting at the mail man because he came two minutes late He knows that she doesn't really exist But, what does it mean to be a ghost? Does he really know that she's not there? Or is he just pretending? Sometimes I like to pretend I'm young again Far from home Exploring through the grassy fields Through the icy tundra And everything in between Knowing that danger is around every corner And snack time is just a few yards away. Then there are times Whilst wandering though my cantaloupe of memories Were all I see is shadows Surrounding me Screaming at me Shouting at me until I realized it wasn't them it was me! I quickly pull away And all I could see is my mother staring at me Looking at me with such abhorrence. I don't know if i'll ever be the same again
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2 Reviews Added on December 29, 2012 Last Updated on February 5, 2013 Tags: whales, abstract, childhood, understand, cantaloupe, memories AuthorCrystal AntlersFLAboutBasically, my other profile "Whales" is full of poetry that I don't like but don't want to delete because of memories or whatever. So this profile is for my poetry on my other account that I actually .. more..Writing
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