PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I keep closing my eyes, believing wishing and hoping.
that after the count of 5. Ill open them slowly.
and ill be someplace else.
someplace warm and pleasent.
I picture a beach
the air smells real nice
the sand is warm and white
as the water feels so perfect.
Theres many people here.
they are all smiling and laughing.
as I sit back and watch as I take it all in.
burning this moment into my mind.
so I have somthing to go back to.
I just sit in the sand and play with my hands.
creating words beneath my feet.
The words are of good things.
Things that remind me of who I am
Smile. Love. and happy.
I hear a loud noise.
Then I wake up
open my eyes and fall back into my bed.
Listening to everything around me.
People scream. I feel angry.
pushing and shoving but I dont know why.
I just remember you telling me.
I am ungrateful for all the pain you dealt to me.
I am holding onto nothing.
You wont miss me when Im gone.
so memories mean nothing.
Yet in my heart I treated you like somthing.
It never adds up. Keeping my chin up.
refilling the glass until its full.
Losing friends is rough. Reality is tough.
But ill sweep all this nder my rug.
Ill continue to wash my hands.
Until they are cleansed by cleansing.
Washing away all the sand and the words of what I am.
remaking everything that ended up breaking.
Taking out your role. Means filling in a hole.
That could never be filled.
I guess I learned somthing this time.
Do everything on your own.
Or else someone will strip you of everything you own
all but flesh and bone.