sundays are the worst day of the week
simply because
you like to sleep in, while i am
prodded out of bed
by a most unmerciful sun.
and one would think that
witnessing the gentle tidal waves
of your breathing would shoot me
to the moon with bliss,
when actually all it does
is make me feel swallowed whole
by the whale of this truth--
you are merely a siren.
and i’ve let you pull me
away from shore, farther than
any dream could ever take me,
knowing that even in your sleep
you’re no more than a current--
one that will stray me from reality.
Author notes
this didn't go quite how i intended and i'm rather unsatisfied with it.
it's supposed to be a little bit ominous/dark but i don't think i achieved that as much as i wanted to. oh well.
i'm beginning to realize that most of my poetry only seems to make sense to me. not good. i'm screwed if the reader can't relate.
k♥
damn siren.
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Good job!
I can certainly relate to what you are describing here. This very personal yet after reading this several times find it totally relatable. You definitely have a way of putting your thoughts eloquently and artfully into words. Good job on this.
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