9/14/20

It’s like screaming

when you can’t make a sound

Searching for the answer

not knowing the equation

Touching the water

yet your hands are dry

It’s like racing to the edge

And you’re going in circles

Sitting in the clouds

With nothing pulling you down

Typing every word

then a blank page prints

It’s like a perfect world

in a painted picture

Ice cubes falling in a cup

immediately turning to water

Cars going so fast

at one mile per hour

It’s like the first hit

of a morning cigarette

Listening to the lyrics

but all you hear is the bass

Looking beneath you

seeing a film of your past

It’s like breathing

deep down in the ocean

Crying hard

shedding no tears

Taking one last breath

never to wake up again.

(herwords b.l.)