When I finally realize that you are out in space with a sea of phenomenal stars consuming you
It hits me like a tsunami hits a baby butterfly
I am not as pure as a baby or a gorgeous butterfly
And that wave of darkness might not seem that caliginous to a sun like you
But to me, I think I might just die
In front of the entire world
On a stage of broken skulls & shattered veins
Hear the broken screams of my skin because I've heard enough
They forget who they are & attempt to aid the one they've already lost
From the inside out, I can see the millions of tainted children in myself
They hide behind my teeth and in my throat
Never to go out and play
Petrified of what the stars might do
For the stars have a galaxy to be threaded upon
You see I am nothing but a tiny speck of dust engraved in your grandfather's tombstone
It will be washed away by the winds & whispers of your gracious words
You will be in your galaxy bathing in the passion of being wanted
Wanted by those little planets & plants that need the warmth
You are made up of waves of passion
You dance in yourself as if you were living your last millennia
The beauty in which you do not believe in how is brighter than ever
I will forever try to travel up to the stars of your galaxy
Fighting my way into the cosmos of your malignant soul
Dear J
You will always be an infinite amount of light years away from my reach
YOU ARE READING
To The Sun Of Poems By Sheriel Martinez
PoetryI always thought I was very bad a poetry and I should never do it but in my english class, we are doing the poetry unit and my teacher wants me to join a poetry contest or something. So I think I'm not as bad at poetry as I thought I was. Here is a...
