I don't want to think, to think
About the worst that can happen
When we are blind to consequences
And sailing effortlessly into the sun
The chariot's fire burning in dark waters
As we pity and sin and pray
In elevators towards gold clouds of love
Because when we think and we're wearing thin
Bombs explode our ceramic chests
And the penetrating glow of Heaven's white light
Keeps me awake with every flight
Every broken angel wing
Swimming through dark seas, looking for a lighthouse
Hope at the edge of night
My body is telling me to surrender
Sheep following the shepherd, the foghorn
Echoing like a sheet of snow, covering those tall grasses
We played in as a child, and the soul departs
Leaving no fruit or orchid, no pillar untouched
No smile remembered
The hurting leaves us like embers
Dissolving ash in piles of dirt
Looking out at beaches, looking out at seas
At stranded whales, at patient seagulls
Thumbs in skin, numb when I don't want to think
What's the worst that can happen?
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 2nd, 2021 18:51
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I really like this ) a strong engaging piece of writing and beautiful , good choice of words .
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