Promises

By Anonymous

I lose salt by the minute

Blood

Sweat

Tears

pour out

I wonder how long will I spin

round and round

So close to your body

So close to the ground

The Earth

It waves the temptation

of still life in my face

It pulses weakly

with every step I take

I would beg the tarmac

for a hole to open up

I would crawl into the hearth

I would lay there to rest with the

best of me

But I should feel the wind

roar through me instead

thrum in my throat

catch on my fingertips

ripple my skin

The Sky

please let it in

consume my sins

swallow me whole

let that blue sink through my veins

so that I am cold blooded

so that I cannot forget what has been taken

What is this feeling?

Love persevering?

Grief undying?

Left with nothing

Living vicariously through me?

Let it not become something

for someone else

who has been left alone

who has left someone else alone