To Timothy, Poetry by Axane Sand

GENRE : relationship

To Timothy by
Axane Sand

My feet, my feet
Are always borderline
Never able to choose
If they should fall or climb
To the right, to the left
Up or down there’s no sign
No little help to show me
Which way to decide

My eyes, my eyes
Aren’t along the same line
Not able to agree
If they are blue or blind
To the trees, to the sea
Over and here, there’s no light
Not enough golden green
To open my pupils

My heart, my heart
Can’t hear you on the line
Not able to debate
If you are wrong or right
Through the voice, through the sound
Empty or full, nothing’s bright
No good intonation
To restart inner beats

You have taken
What was rich inside
Leaving me my lonely poor side
That’s why I’m standing on the line
I’m standing on the line

Hoping…