Pocket Full Of

Tell me you want this to end

Convince yourself there’s not enough time

For you to spend wishing this was more

Building up towers, stone by faulty stone, only to watch them fall,

Crumble into nothing

But a pile of dust, with Defeat’s sad symphony serenading you.

 

This day lies awake, like we are trapped in time

That blinds us, as if the world only pretends

To be beautiful when I’m with you.

Confusion begins to fall

Over us, as I search for broken shells along the tormented shore,

As I search for something in them to tell me they’re worth more than nothing

 

Each time

You confide in the world that it holds nothing

For me and you,

Reason twists around my ankles, trying to save me, or

Just trying to make me fall

So I cannot walk away from what I know I cannot mend

 

Don’t want my faith to fall.

Have to stand up, believe that time

Is nothing

But a pathway leading to the end.

And maybe you’d want me if we’d had more

Maybe I wouldn’t be hopeless to you.

 

If we had more time

I would let myself fall

Without praying this is nothing

To a God that has only pre-determined my end,

Who steals life from who I am with you.

A God that does not give birth, but destroys us each day a little more.

 

I dream of a day where the sky is no longer a dead end

Street, a night when the sky means nothing

To the moon as it falls

Down, not enough time

To blind our kiss, to steal your

Beauty away from perfection so unexplored.

 

Maybe there’s more than nothing

In those helplessly broken shells, but sometimes

Your words don’t speak themselves, instead taking a detour

Around what is really true, and they fall

From the pocket of a broken-hearted boy, shells scatter the beach, waiting to be spoken by you

And reach their watery ends.

 

As you struggle to blame time

For what you’ve done to me, I cannot find myself to believe that this is the end

Even if it means I’m not with you.

Reviews

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Such a powerful read, I really enjoyed this, it looked fine to me.
I enjoyed this thought it was sad & heart tugging. Nicely done.

[kaileigh922]

This sestina I wrote for a class and my teacher told me that some of the stanzas in the middle were kind of weak... any suggestions? thanks!