Lost Sea.
Suffering
for there is nothing left to lay in;
The meadows
Birds talk beyond understandings.
Freeing worlds of red fires
and oceans blue.
Eyes of the scourned,
My poetry abused.
Red.
The red wine coats and stains
my breasts-
Beyond you,
Beyond me.
Our language lost;
No known forgiveness.
Red soaks through,
with a mistaken identity
I can lie, I can say it was you
who threw this into my lap
and walked away without a care;
But I'm better, or so I think
So I sit there, take the abuse
and wait for the day you'll come around again.
You'll come around again,
Won't you?
If not, I'll live in this Red.
Recall
I don't remember failure,
just inconsistency.
I dont remember heat
But my blood boiled.
I do recall believing
that I was insane
leaving myself for dead.
I don't remember thinking I was cliche,
just another stupid woman
faced with reality as a punch into my stomach.
It left me seeking desperately for air
that my lungs could not grasp.
I don't remember my thoughts,
just actions; that I slapped into the face
of my better self.
We are not far from happiness,
Or maybe this is it.
It's impossible to believe myself for wrong
Or was it you ?
You who drove me down this frost bitten road
where redemption is forbidden;
But I don't remember,
I just recall.
