TodayA Poem by LianneBeautiful days don't always end beautifullyFunny how the person you'd take a bullet for ends up being the person pulling the trigger on you On this beautiful day 19 degrees and a sunny day out my mood is instantly lifted Spring is approaching Yet my body of emotions is left far behind in seasons I am still trapped in the dreadful winter merciless winter Feels as if I'm being locked up in a dungeon trapped by walls that seem to be only visible to me On this beautiful day I absorb everything around me I observe everything around me I feel this sensation of soft, thick grass beneath my knees How I would love to lay down on mother nature stare into the sky and think about absolutely nothing but I feel this sensation of soft, thick grass beneath my knees Because I am kneeling down on the grass, on this beautiful day I am blindly gazing at the grass I am breathing through my mouth I can barely feel my head It is now that I switch my attention from the grass to you there you were standing before me but why am I kneeling? you - this gracious being, the light to my day yet also the reason to my sorrows you mutter the words "I just need a break from all this" from your voice alone I sense a heavy load of reluctance, a generous amount of sensible truth, and a hint of bullshit by the time I have observed all of this from simply your voice it was too late for me to as little as part my lips so that I can (try to) reason out with you The trigger is pulled I feel nothing I don't think anything I don't do anything I don't blink but I topple over my body - weak, drained, lifeless my body - dead on the soft, thick grass pulling the trigger was the crime you committed Silencing myself on the other hand was the crime I committed
© 2013 LianneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLianneAdelaide, AustraliaAboutNineteen years of age. Pharmacy student. Quiet dreamer. Passionate dancer. Ambitious, fickle minded, thirsty for adventure. compromising and stubborn (as much as that doesn't make sense) Simp.. more..Writing
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