Off in the Distance

I love the days where the sky is clouded,
when rain and bolts of yellow fall from the clouds,
covering my tears and sobs. Days where children laugh at cartoons,
men work with power tools, and I do something in between.
Spending hours scribbling down the answers to puzzles
in the back of old magazines, trying to forget what is
on the tip of your tongue. You smile and nod
politely, despite the itch in your throat,
that ever-growing tumor in your lung.

When close friends give up and move on,
placing entire states between you,
When second-chances are stolen away
by the allure of foreign countries,
I pull at the bars of my prison-cell window,
and stare at that not-so-distant city who's name I can never remember.
I can nearly reach the twinkling buildings,
pick them up and rearrange them how I please:
I'd spell out the word for this plague,
my disease,
call it by name and master it.
Even if I could lift a building,
using the stars and lights as my inkwell, and the horizon as my canvas,
I wouldn't know what to write.

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

Phew, loved this. I couldn't decide what to highlight back to you. This is a really strong piece. shallimarRose

[InsanityWriter]

This is so powerful and beautiful... Excellent work. :)