BlueEpocha Posted July 28, 2006 Twenty-five degrees My skin glistens with beads of sweat Amid the heat that scorches my core My eyes increase in sensitivity to the full headlight sore I feel like a lover waiting in vain as I scan the horizon Wizen for a shelter but see none in sight Ignite I can feel grains of sand on my parched lips As the seconds drip in the hourglass that sips all that is in me Strip the skin and see my veins resembling the cracked sidewalk That locks beneath me increasing in size Just as my shadow lies as a fake shade Because trust has been betrayed by the wind Skinned it gives me no breeze to have made My mind processing one thought at a time Climbs silently screaming “feet don’t fail me now†The low horizon reflects waves of heat that make surviving a beat in terror As the mirror image of me takes note of what has been wrote “Eyes don’t fail me now†to see the rote that has been memorized by repetition As turning the lights off has become a mission The permission to heave a sigh of relief As each face becomes the mold of grief The reef leading me away from the magical world The belief of the naked inside my head Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
