And I'm Looking To The Sky To Save Me, Looking For A Sign Of Life, Looking For Something To Help Me Burn Out Bright...
This is for Yangon Thu's poetry weekend.
The rain and muck
Its pouring outside
and my soul is bleeding paint
my heart gushes spurts of blue, green and gold
the colors swirl and make muck
the muck remains as my little world is being cleansed
washing the paint of my heart down the sidewalk
down the gutter
and into the street
my soul and heart follow the paint
leaving that muck that I hold on to
I wave goodbye and blow a kiss
setting the last remnants of muck free
the rain lessens
leaving me nostalgic
and I run to get my muck back
But its too far down the street
swirled with blue, green and gold
in the newly purged sky I find my heart and soul
I breathe them in
and feel again
Hey, how come I found this out so late...., i like this.. i can imagine you running after the muck!