Escaping Though The Eyes Of My Own Cantaloupe

Escaping Though The Eyes Of My Own Cantaloupe

A Poem by Whales

My mind is what seems to be 
A certain cantaloupe of memories that proceeds through my mind
Wandering through my brain like an withered old lady
Shouting at the mail man because he came two minutes late
He knows that she doesn't really exist
But, what does it mean to be a ghost?
Does he really know that she's not there?
Or is he just pretending?

Sometimes I like to pretend I'm young again
Far from home
Exploring through the grassy fields 
Through the icy tundra
And everything in between
Knowing that danger is around every corner
And snack time is just a few yards away.

Then there are times
Whilst wandering though my cantaloupe of memories
Were all I see is shadows
Surrounding me
Screaming at me
Shouting at me until I realized it wasn't them it was me!
I quickly pull away
And all I could see is my mother staring at me
Looking at me with such abhorrence. 
I don't know if i'll ever be the same again



© 2013 Whales



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WOW YOU'RE SO GOOD AT POETRY. I wish I could be you.

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Added on December 11, 2012
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Whales
Whales

Southborough, MA



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