Growning in a Pain

Growing in a pain

Played out under words

Flowing from a past

Unwoven between the

Covers of a life

Unknown until described

On paper

My Reasoning

A separation
A place of past
In a time to look forward
I live in the past

Misplaced again
My doing I’m sure
Time won’t be changed
Or even held still

It’s all too big
Tightly packed and closed off
My mind misplaced
A soul born too late

Send me back
All back to the beginning
Time to alter

A way to change
But that would be the end
Until it happens again

I question your loyalties to my skin
Even as it lays beneath you

A warmth paralleled by a comfort
Only found in heated bodies

I will only hold tighter
As your new direction leaves me behind

And a question of remembrance
Frightens me

Clean off your glasses
And write another story

For those who love to read a page
And tell you how you feel

Just words today
Always one object me

And still I can only be wrong
Just to write again

Figured it out yet
Let me know

Cause my words can only go ten directions
Always back to the same ending me

I climbed a mountain today
And picked a blue flower
As snow covers greenery
I count the days to winter
Why does life feel so close to the edge?

But the cliffs haven’t changed in years
I have
I have you
You didn’t climb the mountain
Will you?
To give me a pink flower?

I have to go in when the sun comes up
We’ll see each other tomorrow