How Long, aka "idk"

                                               

I don't know

 

I don't know how long it was

 

before I realized I'd not taken a breath

 

Five seconds, one minute

 

5 years, two months and some odd days

 

How long was he gone, letting me fly

 

and find whatever it was I thought I had to seek out

 

before I saw exactly what I needed

 

was what I'd left behind

 

Tucked in a book stuffed between seats

 

wishing I had the sense to bring it with me

 

Adventures I never reached

 

The luxuries of little enjoyments likened to poverty

 

without the golden serenity inflicted upon me

 

By his smile

 

His heart

 

In the very vibrating core of it all

 

I missed it in trying so hard to be free

 

I trapped myself in my own memories trying to bring it back

 

And feel now

 

as though

 

it has been too late to turn back easily

 

Feeling now

 

the pressure

 

of what I know is real

 

Unlike my reality of tomorrow.

Author's Note

thanks to Michelle for pointing out that first line to me. Fixed. :) It feels better already.

Reviews

[Mr Whiskers]

No, it was just the way I started it. I wasn't planning on making it a poem, it was like a confession to myself in my journal. Then it got good. I think you're right though Michelle.

[gravitylava]

This is really good! But I don't know if I'm digging the "idk" at the beginning. Is it supposed to be that way for a reason? Or could you write out "I don't know"? It just seemed sloppy to me, 'cuz the rest of the poem is frickin awesome.

[gravitylava]

This is really good! But I don't know if I'm digging the "idk" at the beginning. Is it supposed to be that way for a reason? Or could you write out "I don't know"? It just seemed sloppy to me, 'cuz the rest of the poem is frickin awesome.