Ephemeral
Ephemeral
There's a lot inside me,
A thing that dies every night,
Every dusk that I lay on my bed,
Close my eyes, and sleep.
I feel a part slip away, stealthily,
I do not know where it goes,
But it never comes back.
It digs a tunnel inside,
A void that's never filled,
Only occupied by
Vengeance, hatred, and lies.
My heart is in knots,
I'm lost, and can't untangle.
Things I longed to see
left me drowning in a sea
--an ocean of tears
where I can't swim
my limbs are too short
much like a shrimp
i find solace in the sunrise
and mend my heart
with poetry from the ancient quill
where meaning to love
is explicated in depth
© MZEE MACH
_27th Nov, 2024
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