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Constellations

Holding our emotions inside can be difficult, especially when we are caught in a swirling sea. As the storm of life tosses us we run out of time to tell our tales and speak our piece. It can feel like an ocean of emotion is caught in our lungs as we sink deeper into the brine.


Constellations


This vaporwave seduction swims

In echoes of what could have been

Distortions of reality

Through a looking glass so vividly


So softly succumbing

Beneath waves of anxiety

Pull me into the light

Cause I've only started to speak


The oceans in these lungs are angry

So hear me out above this storm

I know the depths we delve are scary

But the frightening thing is we are alone


Kiss me right between the eyes

My head is wrong between these ears

Make this bed for you and I

And let me dry those tears


I can't tell where I'm aiming but I know

I'm on to something now

Pull me into the fire

Because I'm only starting to spark


Setting sail for rocky shores

I'm broken once again

Against these memories that start to age

As poorly as I am


This is the calmest I've ever been

Eye of the storm, moment of zen

This is the breath I'm holding in

Just tell me to demolish this


This love I bury in the dust

Fossilized gears twisted broken off

Wake me up when you're ready to go

Cause I'm fucking lost in the undertow


Head bashed beneath these storms

Taking every breath in these heathen lungs

Worn beneath the erosion of love

But reborn in this constant interference


I can't tell where I'm hurt

But I know your worth

Counting these constellations

And I'm starting to bleed out


And the ocean in these lungs

Just wishes you were loved

I've got nothing left to lose

Just show me the path you choose


This liminal place

Tracking error absorption

Absolution and grace

I've already chosen



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