I am watching the sky everyday
waiting for it to speak to me,
and it remains silent,
dropping into my eyes
blue poisons;
I feel like I’m becoming
a snake
unable to fly,
only to drag with me
the heavenly wonder;
I am cold,
doomed to lose myself,
through the corners
the nostalgic circles.
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It seems to the reader,that the narrator’s voice conveys some existential dread.It reminds me a lot of the early Doors’ songs where Jim Morrison darkened and twisted everyday reality.Ominous would also be appropriate.Some blue-influenced ,off-key guitar riffs would go well with this poem.
In this poem I am talking about our incapacity of understanding God’s creation, and how we tend to betray him everyday being the snake from the biblical story. We lose ourselves through the corners-mankind invention, missing the circles-missing the heaven. I don’t think this darkened the everyday reality in anyway, but putting my work near Jim Morrison’s is flattering, quite overwhelming, so, thank you very much!