"spaces between"
the coldest metal railing
burns blue on my skin
shivering by the arm
traveling across the lengths of the back
down dangling on the fence i sit
pile of rocks lie dead on
yet clear waters splashing
waking them loudly
in a gray tee
the skies are with me
falling on ground by drop
and on my face
finding the sun that hides
wouldn't do such
there's none to fill with the empty spaces
on hand
no warmth of the palms to embrace
all in the night with the moon
a pity that when the winds blew
how the feet set in front i knew
drew in the back of my head
now stars couldn't tell any to me
fog thickens on stained glasses
with the shadow darkens
i wrapped my arms on to blanket my chest
YOU ARE READING
Unsent Letters
PoetryA tear that couldn't drop from the eyes, A sound of a beating heart that couldn't speak. It was the messages that never reached anyone, nor entered someone's mind. 'Tis the letters they rest, in a book of poetry.
