The sky has turned
Red with sunrise
Blue with sunshine
Grey with clouds
And purple with sunset
I saw the Sun moving
Between my temples
I know the clock hands
Have toiled their way
Through the seconds
I see the World going by
Yet, I remain immovable
Set in stone,
I am the Statue of Liberty.
Tag Archives: days
Statue of Liberty
Do you exist?
Are there days in your calendar
That are empty?
Are there thoughts so loud in your head
That refuse to let you sleep?
Are there lists with little check-boxes
That taunt you?
Are there hours and days and years
That were swallowed anonymously?
Are there others with lives and dreams and achievements
That make yours seem small?
Are there any traces of the child and the teenager
That you once were?
Are there ways to change the heart
That won’t wound you and bleed you to death?
Are there words within you, deep within you
That have forgotten how to be born through your hand?
Are you there anymore?
Do you exist?
Days
The clock on
Incongruous limbs
Hands out each day
As retribution
Punitive and molten
The hours inhume
Earthly misery
So close to the surface…
Like blood that
Runs just beneath
Skin: Hidden
But barely,
Until the nights arrive
With their arsenal,
Banishing birds and
Light from skies.