Prologue From The Afterglow Poem by sammi ama

Prologue From The Afterglow



it's like the itch
you refuse to scratch

because it'll only
irritate your skin
without relieving a single thing

and you know
what kind of thoughts
i'm referring to
i'm sure you have just as many
as i do

mine have been collected
through drugs and self-pitying warrants
of unfamiliar subject matter

you can call
and call
and call

as many things
as unfair
as you want

but the earth didn't mold itself
into its current shape
for your judgement

and when things are okay
you dilute them down to beautiful
when it used to be the other way

you can ask
as nicely as you please

but i've never heard of
a hundred percent sincerity
put into an action asked

my last wish was for
self-acceptance
but i was still
too afraid to look into the mirror

i let out loud breaths
when his touch demanded them

if i could go back
to just one moment from last night,
it'd be when

he asked me from the front yard
if i heard him screaming

all i was doing
was trying to catch all of my thoughts
before they shook away

i sat on the roof,
thinking of i was as tall as
my state of mind

i'd be as invincible as i've dreamed
and all that itching
maybe could've been relieved

Sunday, November 30, 2014
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