Let me create a utopia in my head
Where the roses lie by the roadside
And the birds flutter with their wings
Glittering with blended freedom.
Let me create a utopia in my head
Where the electric wires are made of guitar strings
Which create sweet melodies in the rustling
Of the evening wind.
Let me create a utopia in my head
Where my hopes aren’t shot dead,
Bleeding in the guts,
A place where my voice is a towering cloud
Rising above the ashes of things set ablaze,
Where the tip of my tongue isn’t stapled
To the corner of my mouth by unfaltering fear.
Let me create a utopia in my head
Where your first son still calls you mother
With his patterned wrapper slung
Across his flimsy shoulders,
Where he still drinks from your terracotta,
Brown like his smooth skin,
Like the cracked surface of your hut.
Let me create a utopia in my head
Where love isn’t betrayal in disguise
That would stab you in the back
No matter how much you’ve done for him.
A place where our love is selfless, lucid
And does not require anything
To complement our frail nature.
Let me create a utopia in my head
Where creating a utopia would not be possible;
Because our imaginations cannot transcend
Beyond whatever is perfect.
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Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
