It's Alive

An exhausted gasp;
a ghostly whisper of air
floats away as a taste,
from my dry cracked mouth
like a snowflake from it’s cloud.
Free fall down
into the low hanging smog
of complete solitude;
again forced to surrender
to my mental vomit;
splattered in neat little letters
and neat little lines
as I try to organize my mind,
but fail when my thoughts
mix together like paint
dripping off a brush into a cup of water-
diluting the clarity.
I’m really hiding,
suspended with fake hooks
through my back
in the artificial dark,
made as an excuse
to cover the abyssal emptiness
in the groundless, skyless
chambers of my heart.
I wish I could fill them
half as easy as these pages,
with the sea and the stars,
the warmth of the sun
or the innocent kind of love
that I have always dreamt of feeling.
Frankenstein pain
spliced together with fragments of time,
and bled on crooked lines,
remains to be
the only thing,
that hasn’t left me behind.

It's Alive

Nathan Emery

Joined September 2009

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