Marbleyes

When the rain fell
With it came, from the heavens
the sweetest comfort alloud
the drumroll pounded like a wave
against my skin in the ocean.
Pulled from the Atlantic
It poored on me.

From the confinds of my mind
where I usually reside
the raindrops sound like bubbles
popping all around me.
Voices I can hear
they’re all just mumbles.

I know who you are
I love how we interact
but you have to understand
that I am not intact.
Infact, I am unable
incapable,
I am unstable.
In the deepest darkest corner
of the fragility of my memory
I am hiding.

The rain sounds familiar
it reminds me of a time
when I couldnt pull the water
to move myself through
until someone came along
and helped me become strong
to glide through the thickness
all the sickness
like all the ugliness
was not for me afterall.

But with the tall
comes a longer fall
and with the winter
comes the summer.
And if fate were a balloon
I wouldnt let it go.
but if fate were flesh and bone,
I dont think it would love you so.
so even though
I cannot see
or hear, or smell
whatever it is
that makes you, you,
just be alert
that others do.
and be aware
that I cannot face whatever truth
or whichever lie
it is I need too
to forget the beautiful landscapes
that you planted in my memory.
and until I do
I will only be a slave
working in a mine
to find a treasure
for someone elses pleasure.

oh