Fresh, Old Wound

Be comfortable, young thing. You've got too much ahead of you to break so soon.

I see you everywhere everyday

in strangers, not just in faces

but in the backs of heads

and 

in 

long 

legs. 

From the smoke-filled air we'll breathe, 

to remember nights when I used to think 

monsters would sleep, 

stare at these clouds that scar the sky 

leaving dark days in their wake, rainwater 

fills my lungs with every gasping breath I take 

as I drown myself in an attempt to stay awake.

Yet this body can only hold so much before we need to leave, 

before it begins to crack and seep 

leaving me to drift until I slip

into a waking nightmare 

that is far worse when I am asleep.

Reviews

[Adalia]

I adore the imagery. this poem is absolutely perfect. i can't say any of yours are my favourite cause i love them all, but if i had to choose. it'd be this one
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^-^