Just a person saved by words on a page hoping he can do the same for someone else...
I miss you Though you sit before me, I miss you We are not the same I am not the same Weight has become chemistry Binding us in the traumas of yesterday
By Patrick Santiago5 years ago in Poets
I fell to my knees and prayed to the empty They give them names but to me they're nameless They embody what it is to breathe with plastic airways
My hands shake at breakfast Every cup of tea feels like a heavy weight Every stare in my direction, an attack on a never-lasting calm
I see smoke where fire does not exist It's me, I walk in perpetual grey Where I walk fire could never be The demise of permanence avoids me, that would be too kind
I want to see stars align for me like they once did When I was younger all it took was a gaze My eyes manifested dragons, they spewed ink into the sky
You've spoken of things Things you've never experienced, words you've never heard, kindness you've never been paid... I shrivel, like an empath overstimulated by everyone's misfortune
You've spent years teetering on an outburst You suppress it, it's merely a fracture, a splint But each time you move against kind it spreads
It sure looks to me like the clouds follow me I drive for solace, finding comfort in trees reaching up to them Memories flash like liquid light, coming and going but the tears remain
