The world as it shall be

The world as it shall be.

or maybe we’re destined to a world that’s quite the opposite.

Maybe light that used to cascade over these scenes

was nothing more than daytime passing by

gaseous bodies floating an unimaginable distance away

as distant as all I ever wanted

But I still see those streams of bright all day long.

Even when,

its 4am and I’m gripping a bottle

when all I’d rather do is hold that which is lost to me

no more rays of day in these miserable hours

I close the blinds

and I don’t think of you

But sleep takes over

like rolling clouds when it was raining

and I was so happy when it rained

for my dear melancholy was now for all to see

and streets were sweeped with streams

of my regard for you

it always pours out even when I don’t want it to.

And so I’m sorry when it does,

on late nights I'll pour it on these sheets

and I feel better when I write it down

it makes me feel like I was finally heard.

Its just something that has to be said

and I'd rather hurt then feel nothing at all

and if I can't tell you

I'll just tell the paper

I feel better now

Poetry saved my life.