amazonia

by pmmurphy   Sep 9, 2017




sleepless nights only embrace the idea
that i too know what its like to live under a rain-forest.
i left the sanctity of my own home
for these parts. although, i am not quite sure why.
my home reeks that is true, but,
i grew accustomed to the smell.

the world lathers me, frisking me up,
running away now, leaving my trail behind me
i wonder why life tends to stay so feeble
it is moments precious and written down
or emotions too unstable to control,
you get a snapshot and bam
you have to take course.

i guess if i stay in my home,
i realize that these white walls
bleed with color. they stench from the left over lives
of my fore fathers, and my family.
or maybe the lies of myself
or maybe just me.

when i open the door and walk out
i can look up and pray that this is not
another amazon river where my trail for life
is to swim with the fishes that bite here.

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  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Oh wow... This is deep! Absolutely wonderful flow and heart gripping message.

  • 3 months ago

    by Michael

    Wonderful, yet sadness in this piece pmmurphy.
    really enjoyed reading this :)

    Michael

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