I crave, I envyA Poem by NymphetamineDameObservation
My breath is warm on my lips as I sigh and exhale
My tired eyes gaze at the trees The slight wind teases the branches as they sway My weary eyes look down upon my arms I trace the purple-like blue veins on my wrist I take in the softness of my skin This is a familiar place One I visit almost everyday I ponder the future, attempt to stay in the present.. And cringe at the past, while envying my childhood again I do not know where to go Frankly, in reality, I should not care My breath is cold on my lips as I choke and inhale My glazed eyes crave the life of a tree The wind moves my hair as it would my branches My blurry eyes cannot see anything There would be no need to I would only focus on the sense of touch This is a dreadful struggle One I visit numerous times each day Sometimes I wish the I could null and void myself Sometimes I wish I had never existed I know where I would like to be Beneath your wing my darling, for eternity.
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3 Reviews Added on May 16, 2015 Last Updated on May 16, 2015 AuthorNymphetamineDameNew Brunswick, CanadaAboutWriting is one of my many passions. I am hoping to use this website more often than I have in the past. Feel free to comment or review my work. I appreciate the time and the consideration. more..Writing
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