To take us away

[desolate]

Running is not an option,
because there is a pond between us.
Your delayed gaze from across
burns a hole in the front pocket of my shirt.

Rambling is not an option,
because nobody wants to listen.
We throw messages to each other, they
fall under a million shaking voices.

Arguing is not an option,
because lovers do not disagree.
Words leave my mouth and travel until I
forget what I have said.

Dreaming is an option,
I'd like a penny for every nightmare, so that
I could afford a rocket to take us away.

Comments

[domenec.livejournal.com]

a little taken aback. i'm not a writer. i do write, but i wouldn't call what i do creative - more explanatory. that said, i do appreciate literature - and eloquent sentence structure really does something for me. this is one such example. i can't figure out what your poem is fundamentally about, but poetry is evidence of introspection, which is a virtue, in my opinion. keep the good work up.