Under Your Breath

Evening

And you’re here again

Fingers curled

In the lamplight

Listening to the rain

 

You think about perception

And perspective

About the sky

Outside your window

 

About fingers clutching

For a book in the dark

 

About prayers

Whispered under your breath

To a god you believe in

Usually

 

You think about truth

And trying to be honest

With yourself

About nighttime tears

That no one ever knows

 

About the isolation

Of sanity

Or insanity

After all, who can

Tell the difference

 

About loneliness.

About longing to be alone.

 

You think about

The tips of your fingers

About dirty nails

About what you could achieve.

 

 

You think about insecurity

And why you will never

Achieve anything.

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

I read this before, but apparently didn't review...don't know why, this is so simply brilliant, it's beautiful. The images, fingers 'curled' and 'clutching' are so real. I just love everything about this, the tone sort of slips and slides all over this place and then you are jarred by that last stanza and it's gut-wrenching (if that is a thing..)