A/N: A small note before continuing, this poem can be read with lines top to bottom or bottom to top. To illustrate this point, I'll skip a couple lines (with bolded ellipses) before righting the lines in reverse order to assist the reader. :)
I had a dream
where everything had burned
as if all it took to destroy
was to knock over the candle
and let wildfires consume
everything
anything.
The flecks of grey ashes
conjoined and separated before
settling along the floors, halls, slopes
and packing into shapes
that formed distinctive features
internalized with the intimacy of memory.
The mountains were there
like tall charcoal watchers,
laced with the skeletons of trees
that blurred into black like contours
of oblivion. Unrecognizable.
The faces began to blur together,
and voices became pieces of cacophony,
summoning red from my ears
that dripped onto the layers of ash and snow.
Grey enveloped the curves of their eyes
and the slopes of their noses. I knew them
in the unusual shadows of their cheeks.
I felt my insides shattering against alabaster
But you lingered between the shifting images.
I awoke in a cold sweat.
I awoke in a cold sweat.
But you lingered between the shifting images.
I felt my insides shattering against alabaster.
In the unusual shadows of their cheeks
and the slopes of their noses, I knew them.
Grey enveloped the curves of their eyes
that dripped onto the layers of ash and snow,
summoning red from my ears,
and voices became pieces of cacophony.
The faces began to blur together.
Of oblivion. Unrecognizable.
That blurred into black like contours
laced with the skeletons of trees.
Like tall charcoal watchers,
The mountains were there
internalized with the intimacy of memory
that formed distinctive features
and; packing into shapes;
settling along the floors, halls, slopes;
conjoined and separated before
the flecks of grey ashes.
Anything.
Everything.
...and let wildfires consume...
...was to knock over the candle...
...as if all it took to destroy...
...where everything had burned...
I had a dream.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoesiaA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
