So so April is Poetry Month, so I've been told, and I'm way too sick to leave the house, I have applied to what I'm sure is one of many poetry contests. And I thought I'd go ahead and post it here too so it isn't lost in the void. I apoligize in advance for the whole double spaced thing that OD forces on me.
endless pools, reflections on reflections
ad infinitum
a whisper, felt not heard
tears through two bodies
a tempestuous torment
ragged breaths seem screaming
Relief! but non-incoming
barely bated breaths
a linked finger
a tortured word
and anything and everything in the world seems easier
"Easy" he says "Is not what I'm looking for"
time skips, and holds still
and everything is in this moment
and it passes
world of grey
words spoke unfelt
a monstrous lonliness
and nothing passes on this breeze.
