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Dirty Window

One day we are going to forget how to wake up

My brain will cease to picture your face 

 

The image of you 

Will be lost behind a dirty window 

 

I lose myself in the 

Ripples of water 

Caressing the surface  

 

My face distorted 

Interrupted by 

Tiny waves embracing each other

 

I sometimes wish 

I could forget how to wake up

 

My mind could erase the 

Memorized lines of code

Stimulating my functions 

 

So i could stop 

Ticking 

 

The way a rusted clock

Suddenly 

 

Stops 

 

Stop being endlessly okay 

I feel depression 

Is a comforting blanket of gray 

 

We feel its better

To be sad 

 

Than to be nothing at all

We’ve embraced the 

Gray blanketing us 

 

Because at least 

Its something 


- Kayleen Thurow 



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