Thoughts From Right Before
The sheer amount of overflowing, fuming, fumbling feelings
Might explain or clarify the lack of my coherence
Hastily I’m jotting down the first thing I think up
Stretched out silence floods my ears, about to make the jump
I reminisce the way your hand held my hand like a trophy
Like rainfall your expression fell, you knew you couldn’t know me
I try to pry away the guilt, amends are their own trial
Biting the hand that feeds you is its own form of survival
The sky and sea connect and melt in static, stagnant beauty
It turns into a supercut, my pain is now a movie
I get to sit here and observe, as waves kiss rocks below me
They’ll hug my body nice and close, the water salty, foamy
Copyright © March Archer | Year Posted 2024
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