Swallowed

Unnerving… sometimes almost unbearable. To be swallowed up, but the cowardice behind the unapproachable. All these things that are running through our minds just as we are about to step up and change the order of our world. Small steps reap big rewards in the end… so why not try? Try to get just a little closer.

forsake me if it were these
restless nights,
the agony amongst winds
rambling in urgency;
the immediate necessity
of a whisper in a loud room
where you stand across,
alone as I am in my thoughts
and in every direction there
is a hindrance:
small talk and empty glances,
handshakes and champagne glasses
barely ease the tension,
nervous as I walk closer,
breathe in this air
of unforeseen atoms;
the molecules, the makeup,
what thought you might
have of me as I step
into the circle, this space
that engulfs you (where I,
too, wish to be swallowed)

-mr gahon 4/10/14

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About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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