Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Float


 Float
A warm skin above the ice,
A finger running through the spines.
You’re not guilty if not caught,
Oh, the sensation of rebellion.

Staring with hollow eyes,
Oh no, you’re trapped, my vacant soul.
What a clamorous thought of reality,
Gravity, however, does not approve.

Our reflections are jaded,
And we’re down to the last round.
These hearts are dissolved in chemicals,
Those we use just to float and float.

We forget and forget again,
Our nights are nothing but legends.
As we have our feet back on the ground,
We’d need to float and float again.


© Nasreen A Judge 2012. All Rights Reserved.

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