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Like Our Own Planet Mars

Poetry By: Kathleen Megquier
Poetry



Continuation of the poems representing the process I'm currently going through.


Submitted:Jun 12, 2011    Reads: 30    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The bluest of blues, the greenest of greens, you are my everything.

You keep me safe from the monsters, and the thievery.

I love you.

Pushing me high, I feel as if I can touch the stars.

We are like our own planet Mars.

Safe from humanity, safe from accident.

I hold your hand for comfort.

We walk.

Your hand is soft.

It covers my miniature one.

You take me out into the sun.

We are one.

The grass tickles my feet, you watch me as I sleep.

I am secure.

We ride bikes, take hikes, our days are full of activity.

The television is a foreign object to us.

You'll never leave me.

You promise.

I see you slowly withering away.

"Don't go,"

I quietly wimpier.

The gust of wind takes you.

I chase after you.

I scream, tripping over myself in a rush.

You are too fast.

I relapse.

Into the monster's grasp I go.

Don't go.

Why?

Memories last for only a second.

That warm feeling stays with me for only a moments time.

You were my life, my air, you take care of me.

You took care of us all.

I can't hold it in anymore.

I'm going to explode.

All these faces, calm and pristine, looking back at me.

I cannot take it!

I want out.

I want out, right now!

Daddy!

You can't do this to me.

You can't leave.

You are the pavement.

You provide the way for every man in my life to lead.

The route to abandonment.

Without your trust, without your care...

I am bare.

The only man you can trust is your daddy.

So they say...

Well, where is mine?

Where have you gone off to?

Your warmth, your love, it's just a lingering memory.

I miss your hug, your light kiss on my cheek.

I know longer know my worth.

Self doubt consumes my soul.

I feel as if I'm a troll.

Looming under a bridge.

Remember when I use to have to pay the toll?

Kissing your scruffy face.

Just to get pass and to my toys.

I'd do it a thousand times over.

Just to make sure you stay.

If only for a day.

Just so I'd get the chance to say I'm sorry.





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