Dark, por Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Dark

I’ve kept my eyes

closed most of

these past eighteen years

because I find it

just as dark

when they’re open

(2014)

Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds

I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well