I Can See Beautiful Things Again
I’m Staring blankly out a window
Ask even now, and i can tell you every detail
About the dark atmosphere around,
Fuzzy socks on and drawstrings pulled tight
Counting down the minutes till it strikes ten
In a sketchy motel lobby
Phone to my ear
And my breath slow, cold
I recount to you
How the day has passed
And tell you something
Something so odd
That you can’t quite place
I say
“I can see beautiful things again”
And it's so unconnected
You don’t see much of it
Baby,
You don't know
how much that means to me
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
