Salty stinging drops of water hit my face. I don't wince, I just close my eyes and feel the saw of the boat along with the freezing wind blowing my long hair behind me.
I know well enough by now that this will soon be out of my reach. Disappear right into thin air as if it was never here.
I open my eyes. The smells and the cold still haven't left. Only the memories and times people have had here have left.
Not mine however, my memories will stay with me forever until I vanish from this world too.
I want to scream.
I want to cry
But no matter how loud I yell my voice doesn't reach the ears that won't listen.
Just the boat and I. drifting into an unknown world and faint memory. Mist fades away, as if it was never there.
Rain starts to fall.
A drop of blue glittery water falls into my cold shaking hand.
Many more will fall.
Glimmering in a shining puddle as large as the sea.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Of A Misfit.
ÅndeligIf it's bad then why is it sweet? If it's fake then why do I like it? A secret recipe of danger. Disaster in disguise ready to go. If a smile crosses your face it's not genuine but if you laugh it's real. Too much to handle. Lick your lips and grin...
