Rain Glass [She Forgot The Posters]

She forgot the posters, what a idiot!

I cant remember the last time I tasted air

I've been drowning so long

I'm too limp to swim, too close to give up now

And yet

I fear floating, of becoming still in my motions

 

I'll close my eyes

And dream of many things

Of those monsters

(Sprites too. Sure, why not?

It's already invaded every other part of my brain

Sweeping over the churches, the health, the frustrating desires)

And of you

And of him

And of everyone else

Who's every hurt me

Caused me to shatter mirrors and tear myself down

 

 

Im screaming, yet you cant hear me

(Oh please Faith, who ever could?

The dramatics are getting bit old, don't you agree?)

 

I'm fighting, yet no one is against me

(You give up too easily, my love!

Fight everything, and everyone!

Get them before they get you

And burn you

Like that song you love so much?

Burn them, burn them, BURN THEM....)

 

 

If I lit a match tonight

And stood under the sky

With all its tears and rolls of thunder

The flame would never diminish

For even the Earth's rejection

Would know better than to touch a being

So full of sin

(Sick! Sick! Sickening sin!

What a foul creature!

How could she ever come to learn His ways, His Grace?

She's too pre-occupied with that wasp buzzing around her ears!)

 

I woke up this morning

In my bed

So familiar and yet so far away

Distant

Right at my fingertips and yet I couldn't touch it anymore

And I found that underneath my sheets

I had created a world of make believe

Pretend

A world only I could reach

And I was surprised to find you were no where to be found

 

(She forgot the posters

What an idiot!)

Author's Note

A small, half awake, half asleep poem.