i open my eyes
for the first time
since i was born,
and before i even look
at anything,
i feel nothing.
the air around me
is stiff, offering
no more than
the promise of
unwilling breath.
i raise my hands
up in front of me,
attempting to find
myself, meet
myself once again,
in the same manner
you would an old friend.
but my eyes come back
as empty as the grey clouds
above me soon will be.
i look down to
where my body should
be holding me up,
and instead find white
cement being
painted with a wet brush.
the rain comes down
to meet me in this barren
land, and i am
glad for the cool, brief feeling
of water on the skin
i can no longer see.
i watch as the concrete drowns
in the tears of the sky,
and i stupidly wish
that i could go with it.
but i know somehow
that this place, this grey,
this emptiness, is forever.
i cast my gaze into the growing
puddle below,
hoping to catch a glimpse
of me, of a girl,
of anything.
but all i find is water
and sky.
where did i go?
-V
(<3)
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still, none the wiser (poetry)
Poetryi grieve for memories, mostly. ☆☆☆☆ these poems are messy attempts to decipher my feelings about messy things. (also I love criticism, plz be mean <3)