I hate tragedy
The way your heart
Ceases to hold itself up
On it’s own
And splashes
Into your stomach
You remain in shock
Unchanged
Until memories come back
And premonitions
Of the future and reality
Surface
In one moment
It can transform
A perfect day
Into an awkward silence
Where you don’t know
What to say
Think
Feel
Laugh, cry, bleed
And wonder why
You seem to be
The only one
Who noticed
This is an old one.
The way your mouth
Ceases to hold itself shut
On it�s own
And bellows
Into the air
You remain in stitches
Unsolidified
Until reality comes back
And the daily pain
Of the past and not so distant future
Set in
In a single instant
It can alter a terrible day
Into a joyous uproar
Where you don�t need
To know what to say
Think
Feel
Laugh, cry, bleed
And wonder why
You seem to be
The only one
Who noticed
Great stuff, Mandi. 🙂
I stumble
But not enough to notice
That it’s not me
But the jagged cement
That I choose
To stroll upon.
I know I’m no great poet, which is why I usually keep my stuff confined to a notebook where it belongs. I guess I was in a silly mood when I posted it.
Thanks for not being too mean. 🙂