PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

We could have danced all night and played the music loud

but the flash

of course

was blinding

We lived slinking on the stone wall above the jungle ceiling

but the jump

of course

was fatal

In the face of endings

we look to you,

we still think you have it all,

we still live on tiptoes,

the eccentric who have spent a lifetime

carving out a space for themselves

that few will ever see

And as the train grows

I’m lying here and dreading it,

we are not another carving on the wall

They’ve always thought

I spend too much time inside my head

all I want is to prove them wrong.