Between trees we turn to dust.

Before reality sets in, sometimes all we need is one last time.

I just want to slip away,
Between the trees and the rain
To a place beyond this;
Someone where I can find who it is I am.
The anger that makes my veins its home,
Is one that I can no longer control.
I yearn for the bite of wind against my fragile skin,
Reveling in the spreading cold
Giving comfort, in its ability to hurt.
Stinging sensation; numbing my outside to match the inside.
Pain flowers within me,
Clench teeth against the gnashing agony;
Curling into my self,
No one wants me, wants this.
Even though at times, this wants something else.
Reassure me that I'm wanted.
No one can,
No one will.
Look up at the sky,
Between my trees,
Beyond my salvation.
Hum a desperate tune,
Match the breeze with your own voice,
I need to stop living in a dreamworld; none of my fairytales exist.
There is no one for me,
No one to whisk me away,
No land where it hurts less.
No place I can stand to be,
I must make do with what I've got.
Though perhaps it's too much,
And yet not enough,
It will come for me yet.
But before it does, one last time,
Let us slip away to stare at the sky.
Entwine fingers of dust and tears
Until the wind comes,
And we are blown to pieces.

Reviews

[_mal]

This is beautiful. Very honest and strong but showing weakness at the same time. The fourth line was interesting

[Inyourshadow]

and once more we return to dust and are all blown away as I was by this poem, the way you use metaphor and imagery is beautiful, the pain of lonliness the aching to be seen to be understood leaves one breathless as so many of us have stood between these trees looking up maybe we should have been looking around and taken in others in our state of mind. Wonderful richness of thoughts, keep em' coming

[Nobody.]

Well, now I just feel silly pouring compliments on.

But, it's another good one: the phonics, the movement, the emotions, the imagery...all exquisite. truly exquisite.
Cheers!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your descriptive language is exhilerating to witness~ and I can say~ here is a writer who understands the extrasensory spices of language and knows how to stir the flavors just right through a creation to give it its full emotional flavor~