poetry
the disintegration of a solemn mind
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5 a.m
Do I look okay
Do my eyes still sparkle
like supernovas
explosions of kaleidoscope
taunting the weak
are they not bleak
Do you notice the lines
Darkness embedded below
Does my touch burn
like hours under le soleil
didn't your mother tell you
didn't your mother tell you
it's not good without sunscreen
but
you adore the idea
you adore the idea
of a sun kissed skin
Am I losing sleep
can you tell by the untamed hair
no
it's not a style
Have my pillows lost their purpose
they're nothing more than memory foams
because lately
recollections of yesteryear amplified
as I lay
oh dear...
what am I saying
I'm shriveling
like a crumpled piece of paper in the corner
filled with a medley of uncertainties
and contradictions
Why does my mouth taste bitter
as I bit life's generosity
maybe
sugarcoating is preferred
it'd be like sipping on a lemonade
as I recite these words
Am I turning to dust
disintegrating into a thin matter
such as the mail
waiting...
waiting...
oh
but for now
let me shut these eyes
and dip into a golden slumber
someday...
one day...
I will sing you a lullaby.
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