Slipping Sand
Burning up in the desert sun
I come undone, I want to run
but the sand slips when I lose my grip
and I sink in time blinded in the light
denying inside my heart on fire.
I get no sleep and I lose my feet
out in the deep I can’t breathe,
memory creeps
and my brain’s full of heat
drowning in the bleak,
yearning to be me,
longing to be free.
All the words inside I
can’t say
burn and burn and burn
all through the day
so violently they grow
stronger in the night breeze
the trees tell me their dreams
and when I read I hear things
they tear holes in my soul
all the feelings I can’t hold,
all the love I can’t let go
comes like a flood
the rainbow and the mud
discolours my blood.
©JM.Cole
Martin Elder
Sun 28th Oct 2018 16:47
this reads a lot more like a song than a poem with your delivery sounding not unlike Bob Dylan without the music.
None the less a good poem
Nice one