Littered
Littered with silence is this place that i'm in.
I tried to be nice and put you first in line.
And what resulted was life leaving me behind.
My mind runs in circles, seeking some closure,
but with no end.
Round and round I spin as if riding a never ending carousel.
Littered with green is my sky.
When the clouds gather and form just one chaotic thundering cloud.
My mind thrives as it realizes the sun has vastly decayed.
Somewhere, far away.
I seek for a cure to extinguish this fire that seems to consume my brain.
But the water I seek is found on the pressure of your lips.
And pulling away is MURDER.
Copyright © Jose Munguia | Year Posted 2009
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