I. Fire
always something born
of the flame, but not this time,
this time, only us.
II. Water
Standing in my eyes,
like the symbol of all that
happened between us.
III. Earth
And the concrete was
scorched over the earth where we
buried innocence.
IV. Air
Two lungs deflated,
like burnt airbags, smouldering,
ash becoming wind.
About the Creator
Sean Bass
A poet and author from Liverpool, I have been published at dreamofshadows.co.uk and love to write.
I am extremely appreciative of anyone who reads my work. Thank you.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
A fresh perspective that kept me hooked from start to finish.