PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I return with tired eyes and a fragmented soul 

I wrote the words as if I were scratching into the actual Earth 

Scorching the ground with my prose 

I dig my pen into the paper like I'm rewriting time 

Changing the hardness of life and softening the edges

I smoulder with iridescence. I bleed from

My self-inflicted wounds. 

I drag the sky downwards and breathe in

The clouds 

I see through matter that you don't see

There are millions of unseen eyes and grasping hands 

Hidden beneath the peace. 

I will scatter like dust in the end 

But for now, I am whole 

Resplendent with my own psychosis wrapped up in trauma 

Beautiful in its way 

Ever changing, I ride on

The waves of change still I remain the same