Something like Peter Pan

Something like Peter Pan

A Poem by K. J. Corbin
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Writings From a Rut

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"What an efforted climb that looks to be"
So there I lay, in the hollowed deep rabbit hole with the blue light at the center perimeter of my vision.
Walls of muck and dirt of the hole in which I for someone else had dug.
No clouds traveling in slow pacts,
No birds fly by
Just the sky.
I would, in a way like to not live there
But only to live around there.
Instead I am down here.
I am only the manish fae I am.
Here where I was born
In all I have known for the most of my days.
I grow tired of falling out of the sky.
Coercing my wings into once more their so called beautiful aerial alchemy.
I lay here with my hand throbbing
For I never seem to tire until I have had too much of the thing the humans call "street lights".
I enjoy the sky
However I grow tired.
The streetlight and its burn produce a new sensation at every meeting.
However I know it will burn me.
I would not like to live there,
only to be around it,
without feeling as I do afterwards.
My retina's have begun to stop seeing light the same,
I am more used to the dark.
So as i stare,
Near catatonic,
Into the sky.
Oh how I wish,
I could trust myself to leave,
without hurting myself
Once again.

© 2013 K. J. Corbin


Author's Note

K. J. Corbin
Open to criticisms. Thank you for reading.

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