Poetry: Walls by David L O’nan

Walls

The thought of kissing you
was interrupted
when the river formed a curious wall.

Trying to disappear,
we were helpless
When it pushed us to the streets.

Hour after hour of resistance
Our chilled bodies,
bones growing old.

We swam toward the fires
After every tear,
every downstroke

I looked into your eyes
You were so scared, 
filled with fear,

but you wouldn't take my hand
About a minute later you found an exit
In the skin of the moon we rested.

I sung you a song that you've never heard
You began to blush,
but soon regretted it.

You climbed off
clutching a star
You said you must get back home.

The land is dry there,
I can trust there
I can rest alone.

So, I laid back down
Ears hearing those sad songs
you've never heard before.

After a while the moon's surface -
became so wooden,
my splintered skin had to leave.

I climbed onto the back of a lonesome comet
That brought me home to my lonely midnight fall
When I landed,
I couldn't walk

I just
innocently began to crawl
The ground...
it felt so wet and dirty.
It was like boredom and slime

Finally, home I poured myself a cup of coffee, 
my mind was already racing
My mind wouldn't let go of your smile.

My heart was being held a prisoner by patience
I laid my stolen head down to think some more
I thought I saw the first hint
of the season's sunshine.

So, I walked closer to the window
I began to envision you
as an angel holding me up high.

When I got closer,
only past ghosts looking at me
Taunting me with light.

So, I transformed back into the gravel and dirt
Never knowing the invention of hills
would soon give birth to mountains.

Looking over my shoulder
The pale ladybug crawling on the curtain -
is shy to the wind.

Breath becoming more intense,
she doesn't even budge
Sort of reminded me of you

And you’re blind to love’s eyes
laying stagnant in the winds of the past. 

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By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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