My heart is a microphone
I cannot reach;
Beating
Pounding
to the rhythm of my restless
spirit;
Wanting
Wishing
to share the flood of feelings
trapped within a glass
only I can see through.
A single ship
drowning in a sea
of tears.
Waves within
crash against the cork;
Pressing
Pushing
for an escape
an opening
so narrow I cannot fit.
All the layers around me
I must shed
in order to
survive.
~ Lillian B.
Until we meet again!…
You are the acid rain,
eating at my soul,
through the umbrella you handed me,
when I left the house this morning.
Pieces disintegrating onto my shoulders,
falling beneath my footsteps,
as I brush them off,
burning my feet,
as I proceed forward
into the future.
Because I am running late,
and cannot afford to turn around,
so that you can hand me another umbrella,
and send me on my way,
as you wish me well.
~ Lillian B.
Until we meet again!…
fusillade :
(noun) ~ a series of shots fired or missiles thrown all at the same time or in a quick succession whispering, murmuring, or rustling
(verb) ~ attack or shoot down by a series of shots fired at the same time or in a quick succession
Challenge: try using this word today 🙂
Until we meet again!…
Miles To Go Before I Sleep... 