A river of thoughts

Carmine

Alone by the sideline I sit

seeing strange things float by

questions unanswered

scrapped ideas n thoughts

from books and notes

flowing by

one by one

a painful sight

and

a painful feeling

the thought of seeing

dreams in front of you

float by

dreams that was once someone's goal

so far away from reach

floating longer and deeper away from them

by second to minute to another hour and day

some glimpses of signs getting stuck saying

one or two words

''what is this feeling''

''why is this happening''

''I did nothing wrong so why''

''can't it all just stop''

''just end it''

more and more signs get stuck

until the river is dammed

and

someone has to go in

to take it all away

the danger of becoming the center

the danger of getting all the signs

the danger of being taken down

as fast as the person pulled one

the other came off

and

took them with the river

flowing away with the signs

just like nothing happened

like it never happened

I guess it is my turn next

the turn that will drown me

from others thoughts

and

opinions

I should just rest while I can

before i get

overweight by all the burden

of all the sins that aren't mine

my faith is set

and

I'll be the first to disappear

without anyone realizing it

so I'll write something on a piece

of paper or a sign so the next time someone sits here

they can see my warning

and

calmness

that everything is just a distraction

and

you could have just turned the other way to safety

then just risking it all

for this river of thoughts

good bye to you who reads

and

hello to who I have yet to meet

on the other side

of this broken dream

 

  • Author: Sunflower of Yesterday (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2018 15:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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