Grenades

You fit me like a broken promise.

A rich river, timeless
You are.
A river flowing within me
Gushing through my veins, my memories
The remembrances that our eyes speak.

An existence, unknown
You are.
Touched by time and grievances
Breathing inside me
Humane, kind and of old-romance.

Amidst the chaos,
Rights and wrongs,
You are
My true conscience
I think and speak you.

You run through me,
Ecstatic state of mind
You are.
Little red, yellow, white grenades
Fail to bridge sanity and I.

You grow into past,
Hues of promising present
You are.
Your eyes, words, nights
Complete mine.

You are
A found riverine tonight
I dare not let you go.
Less than loving self,
More than a religion.

You fit me like a broken promise
Lost years ago
In undelivered letters
In our misunderstandings
In broken dreams
In our broken promises.

The land of solace
You are
Breathing inside me.
Little red, yellow, white grenades
Fail to bridge it and I.

You fit me like a broken promise.

You are
A found riverine tonight
I dare not let you go.

••Aa’eedah

© Cereus Florus. 2018.


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10 thoughts on “Grenades

  1. WOWW i just read this and WOWWW!!!

    also, i feel like you are talking to urself in this poem, like the childhood or innocent part of you.

    anywho, it beautiful and obviously i love” you fit me like a broken promise”
    along many other lines like little red yellow white grenades

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