A love poem from the pit. |
I’ve always dreamed Of living inside the stars, Existing as a part of a muse, A movement Towards that inevitable something, Everything, to happen. A small token of reception, This inception of belonging To a much more monumental, me. But every time my voice joins the crowd, I know I’m closer. These words that were not Ever written for me. The melodies that were not created To orchestrate my soul. But, like so many selfish nights, I look up and claim them as my own. I scream like I’ve sung. I dance like I’ve lived. I cry like I’ve laughed. I love Like I’ve deserved. My chest burning, arms raised. My throat raw, voice lost. Eyes longing, full of belonging. Fingers inching and itching Towards that edge Of oblivion. I can’t hear through the scream, I can’t see through the sweat, I can’t feel through the press of the crowd, But I know exactly where I am. I am free. The words soothe my core, The wet grotto of echoing cries I thought I’d forgotten about. The bass beats reset my heart, I remember how it was supposed to sound. As all other noises fade into each other, Through the feedback I can hear That whisper, a promise Of now, Of forever. Then and later evaporate. I evaporate. Spread me among the sky, I can reach now. |