I think someone up there’s trying to talk to me
But I don’t feel up for conversation
Every cul de sac looks the same in this part of town
But mine is different somehow, it has to be
And the birds fly low and one died in my yard on a day in September last year
Ducks swim past me a little too obviously trying to pawn off some bread
Clouds have a steady trail through the sky and I wonder if love is actually worth it or something we all justify to feel too good and too bad about ourselves because we can’t all do hard drugs
Two years ago I would store blue belles in my overall pocket and lie that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone like it was a good salaried job that I hated
Two boys fight over cat tails and my heart breaks for a home I never really fit into and ones that I did but growing pains pushed me out of everything that used to fit and I just can’t find one that both has a canola field and an ocean
And I wonder if anyone else sees it and gets it like me and they probably all do
But I’ve got to be different somehow
About the Creator
AJ
Because locking myself in a dimly lit house on the seaside and feverishly pouring my soul out on a typewriter is not available to me right now
Comments (2)
Whoaaaa, this was soooo deep! I freaking loved it! Also, you seemed to have published this poem twice
Your poem beautifully captures a sense of yearning and contemplation.