The Making of an Unknown Emotion

Fri, 05/06/2016 - 19:46 -- Daven98

I sit as light wanes 

But rain remains a staple 

On my skin keeping me stuck to the bleachers I begin to wonder


if the rain feels the same on your skin as it does on mine 


The night envelops me 

Like an eye blinking 

The reflection of day still burning 

Its shadows played out on the wall of the lid like an ancient tribal ceremony 


Illuminating shadows of the past 

Present future, but still

I don't understand why I prey on your memory like a vulture- 


And as the day rests its mind all of its interactions are internalized, 

Transferring control to the subconscious to compartmentalize them 

Its events bouncing on the wall of the id until they are lunatics 

In a communal confinement cell of memory foam 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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