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Daisy (A Poem)

"Slowly, I walk towards the moon"

By Silver GraffPublished 7 years ago 2 min read
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Slowly, I walk towards the moon

I might have to go soon

The sun’s about to rise

Safely, I make myself go home

I don’t want to be alone

The sounds are about to go down, down, down

Do you remember the weather?

All icy and cold

I had never been so bold

When I took the canvas of your hand

And made it spread like the mountains we carry on our backs

Each of them weighing a ton

And I couldn’t help you none

When I left you there

Hanging, swaying

You will never let that go

Racing, pacing

You will send me some letters

That often get misread

And you chastise me about it

Until I tune you out

Let you down

Then you leave

And it’s exactly where we’re supposed to be

Am I too much? I ask all the time

Do I make you doubt everything?

Do I make you at least glad?

And you say, You’re fine

Don’t sweat it

At least I don’t regret it

But I’m thinking that sometimes you do

Even if you don’t admit it

Do you remember the weather?

All icy and cold

I had never been so bold

When I took the canvas of your hand

And made it spread like the mountains we carry on our backs

Each of them weighing a ton

And I couldn’t help you none

When I left you there

Hanging, swaying

You will never let that go

Racing, pacing

You will send me some letters

That often get misread

And you chastise me about it

Until I tune you out

Let you down

Then you leave

And it’s exactly where we’re supposed to be

I prayed like I’ve never prayed in my life

To an entity I am sure I am not familiar with

Its presence still lingers in the back of my mind

Whispers only something I cannot hear

But the wind before me

It tries to tell me the will to go on

Still don’t know what it is

It is just there

Not heavy, not light

Just sitting on the perch of my shoulder

Settling in

As if it had a right to

But I am too far gone

To notice that the being, its presence

Seems like it is faltering away

Into a place where I can’t reach it

Without doubting myself first

I tell you all these things

You tell me it is just the fabrication of my mind

That I want something so powerful

So intense to fix the broken pieces

Trying so desperately to glue itself back together

You tell me I have other stuff to worry about

Like bills, food, a chance at life

But I am stuck in this ever grey haze

Silhouetting itself over me

Casting a dark shadow of what it is

Onto the words I write now

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About the Creator

Silver Graff

I am an aspiring writer, director of plays and movies, and currently a college student in a mild ton of debt. Despite this, I hold on to achieving my dream and create something that brings back theatre to its natural habitat.

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