WhalesA Poem by WhalesI can't fathom anymore. The things they tell me, The things they show me, Showing the moon erupting in my hurricane of a mind. Drenched in jets of rocks and flowers, Discord. Rabbits. and Whales. I need them to stop showing me these things. It's frightening. A bloody, gruesome night of the mind. I can't see, I can't breathe. No more will my riverbanks flow with ease. No more will the whales be my friend. They have become a need. I'm scared. I don't want this anymore. I want to scream. I want to feel the rain on my skin, my blubber. If I could only wonder what it would be like to be happy again To not dream of these things All of my friends, they're dead. I did it. I did it. Whales. Then I began to wonder, How do they feel. I wonder the reason why they're all dead. I helped every one of them. I help every one of them. If it wasn't for me some would already be dead. And it's killing me inside. They keep coming back to me. They don't understand. I don't understand. While I save them I have to keep myself from burning. From freezing. I need a someone to keep my shoes steady I need a someone who will know that my sky is turning for the worse Lighting and shock My friends with their talk They need to stop. © 2013 Whales |
StatsAuthorWhalesSouthborough, MAAbouthttp://www.writerscafe.org/whaleand After writing this so many times I'm just gunna say it simple. I hate my poetry here but I don't want to delete it because or memories or whatever. But, I like s.. more..Writing
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