Crankshaft

Noah

Let's watch the colors change.
Rosy-red, blood stained cheeks.

Let's rest under red waves.
8-ball black depth eyes.

My lungs pump along with the rhythm.
The earthy green, coated walls.

Let's come down.
Back to the abysmal blue.

I watched the colors change.
Under red waves.
Inside this green room.
Hurling through the abyss.

Just like a breath of air. 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 9th, 2017 00:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: I feel like the word "depth" was the best word to connect the two around it and kinda hint at the imagery intended there, as weird as it sounds lol
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors




To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.