12/8/20

avoidance

(Written in April 2021, backdated posting)


voices hushed

lips sealed tight

 

miserably, love

succumbs to silence


its a familiar crash

after the high, 

so damn high that

the loss of oxygen

knocks you out,

knocks you back down

into the dirt where

you belong


I am tired

I am weary


I prefer now to

lie on my back and

watch love float by,

watch others rise and fall


enjoying their sunshine gaiety

enjoying their turbulent rainfall

basking here, drowning here


avoiding all of it

myself

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