they died.

around an inch from my chest

beneath the sky and above an earth

they died a zillion times

like little children’s laughter cracking

i could hear my voice


like blades running through transparent water

little smiles

erased with pleasure

right when they were just born

sweetness constantly stained

by the clouds

of a thousand messy days

i knew

they were coming

yet i stood to be massacred

who would have known

who could tell

their intentions that appeared

so mild on surface

would ruin something

so naively



Opinions instill hope... Feel free to share yours here.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s