I left the light on
Just to see what the dark would do.
The light hits me in the face,
As if it knows something beautiful.
My feet are cold from the tiled floor,
Light clinging on like leeches.
How do I test these boundaries
If there aren't any around me?
Do I build a brick wall,
To keep selective memories
Of you, and me with you?
Or should I not think so far?
Don't close my eyes, I think.
That's not real enough to feel it.
I need the dark to reach out,
To validate my dreaming.
// more poems
Recent verses
Moving On
I wish I could forget it the way you did.
The memories are still everything but grey.
I remember the humid smell and salty skin...
I Think I Died in That Cell
I think I died in that cell,
because this must be hell.
I never testified.
I died in a space without the sky...
Bad Lighting
Bad lighting has always been kinder,
forgiving me for things,
things I cannot forgive myself for...
The Years Keep Flying By
The years keep flying by,
Her pill drawer stacks and piles high
Hepatitis, Diabetes, and a Stye...
I Left the Light On
I left the light on
Just to see what the dark would do.
The light hits me in the face...
Burn
The elevator hums with stale air,
Holding the same for weeks now.
And the flickering light hangs there...
More poems on Instagram. I try to post regularly at @zephyrsofpoetry, verses on whatever I can't get out of my head.