pushing and pulling
it’s so dark I can’t even see my fingers
so cold cannot feel my heart
machines hum along in the white room
giving me fresh air and influencing my dreams
what nobody knows
is when I’ll be home
or when I’ll be able to say
I remember everything
(due to atmospheric disturbances
summer never arrived)
crawling through the rubble
my fingertips make rocks sound like glass
rubbing against themselves like butterfly wings
scratching below the surface
I give inspiration to newly awakened lives
june two thousand fourteen
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This is hauntingly beautiful, John…
Thank you so much, Lauren.
beautiful
Thank you, Bonnie 😀
Very touching. Thanks
Thank you Lola 🙂