Every minute I want to
Break.
Drift through these walls
Float into the vast possibilities
of the sky
Where your absence won’t haunt me
And these reaching hands
Dissolve in the breath of cloud vapors.
I hate gravity and the thick
Smog of perpetual melancholy.
There is too little here,
Where there is too much
Of everything.
Escape is a distant dream,
Only attainable in
The reaches of
My mind.
"There is too little here, Where there is too much of everything."
ReplyDeleteWonderful line. Great theme!
What I like about your style is that I can immediately empathize with what you are trying to convey. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteI like it. Its gotsta vision which makes good poetry.
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