Strawberries and roses
on the other side of the bridge
while what is really important
is lying right here next to me,
in this battle ground of purgatory,
in between life and death,
perfectly woven to fit the contour
of my body as we sleep.
I can almost feel the rib that I so courteously
allowed her to borrow
there is no harmony
as she twists and turns
in pointless attempts to
find a good position.
only nothing battling—
nothing good vs. nothing evil,
A single tear falls from her left eye,
and it seeps into you,
presenting it's sensitive personality.
I empathize because
I've swam in this river before,
and your body is a conductor
but she pulled me out
of all the energy
and helped me build the bridge
that hums and vibrates
to get over it.
I stand now, strong and confused.
Leaves of grass echoes as the wind blows,
whispering facts, but I can't hear;
rap music and CNN
clutter my ear drums
in the stagnant air of that place…
hold on, I have a plane to catch.