streams
February 8, 2010 - 4:20 pm
Last night, I was anxious about returning to school. I am living off campus, and my room felt empty. I wrote two poems- one is about loneliness, and the other is about hope.
sometimes i taste the stale marrow of isolation
a creak in the night is enemy or empty
and it’s impossible to silence the noise in your head
the tin-tin pitch black space which craves distance
some person some day may read my words with their eyes
the ones that never penetrate walls, though seeing everything
we wish for open air and box our hearts instead
a car door slams, lights flicker, with the air we think we breathe
if this is the beginning then the end will be between
