Whales

I can't fathom anymore.

The things they tell me,

The things they show me,

Showing the moon erupting in my hurricane of a mind.

 

Drenched in jets of rocks and flowers,

Discord. Rabbits. and Whales.

I need them to stop showing me these things.

It's frightening. A bloody, gruesome night of the mind.

 

I can't see, I can't breathe.

No more will my riverbanks flow with ease.

No more will the whales be my friend.

They have become a need.

 

I'm scared.

I don't want this anymore.

I want to scream.

I want to feel the rain on my skin, my blubber.

 

If I could only wonder what it would be like to be happy again

To not dream of these things

All of my friends, they're dead.

I did it. I did it.

Whales.

 

Then I began to wonder,

How do they feel.

I wonder the reason why they're all dead.

I helped every one of them. I help every one of them.

If it wasn't for me some would already be dead.

And it's killing me inside. 

 

They keep coming back to me.

They don't understand. I don't understand.

While I save them I have to keep myself from burning.

From freezing.

I need a someone to keep my shoes steady

I need a someone who will know that my sky is turning for the worse

Lighting and shock

My friends with their talk

They need to stop.

Reviews

[Emily B]

love and thoughts

[Allycat]

This is wonderful. We all want to have someone stick by us when we are feeling down. Well expressed, thank you for sharing :)
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