Swings

 

i can be happy just sitting in rain in a rusty old swing in the downpour with the sirens around me screaming in vain swing deaf to their harmonious roar i can see with neither eye, both made sore by the icy cold water beating inside and thunder answering with a sound like war to those sirens' continuing cry and i'm ready to swing, swing up through the sky that mirrors the muddled puddle below no matter how dirty no puddle can hide this reflection of empty my eyes always show

Reviews

[~The Queen~]

Very well written! Very well done! I look forward to reading more of your work.

-The Queen

[Kaotic Barbie]

beautiful. Very well written.

[Wildecat]

This is a well crafted poem, a definite pleasure to read your poetry.