The Gray is Growing

i was bored in class. -enjoy-

 

Tomorrow will come,

But today is all we have

The world expands before my eyes,

But I see only me

The pulse of the living,

Breathing,

Pushes against my walls

With every beat I get invaded

And my claustrophobia worsens

Bombed by my protectors,

I weaken to a point

The lies and truths fall to me

Worlds leak in as laser beams

And as a recluse

I am afraid

 

The tight rope walker balances

On a single thread of dignity

Below is a whirlpool of broken dreams

And garage sale leftovers

Arrows whiz past

Missing by centimeters

The gods smile down upon their toy

And finally decide to end the game

An arrow disguised as a paper clip

Lands between her feet

Pride spills forth from the now gray thread

All falling to the old kitchen chairs

And expired potential

 

Lost among the rocks and shells

A piece of glass rests

Bluer than the sky

In no specific shape

When it was dropped and forgotten

Baptized in blood

Everything changes

Heads turn

People rediscover

With every doubt it got shier,

Softer,

And more agreeable

But the one place it would fit

Is forever gone

And now it wouldn’t match

People’s lack of rhythm

Push them to the shores

The sun beats down

And the water tries to forget

When destiny would permit

It joined the other outcasts

And the sun lost interest

The wounds healed

The world spins on forever more

Erasing all in its time

Reviews

[xlynne]

i'm not really sure what this is about, but that doesn't mean anything against your writing cause i tend not to understand what a poem is about where the meaning is somewhere between the lines. but your imagery and comarisions are great!