Existence (Poem)

Limbs planted,

they are veins in the ground

pumping life and some throbbing

out,

still attached.

And with all your strength reaching up

a fall will bring you back down

and in suffocating realization

myself along with you;

but even in a tired state

you allow my breadth--

and I remember holding

your arm connecting

the dots from freckle to freckle,

each separated by pores…

In this remembrance,

out of jealousy

I wish to be an angel,

so that in an instant,

like a trick

I could manage

meaning.

***Sorry it has been a while but life has been a little hectic and a bit overwhelming; but, I am over that exhausting hump that I was creating for myself and I will get back to posting some poems and thoughts.

I'm trying to capture some feeling of regret in this poem...(like regretting not writing and posting a bunch of thought cleansing poetry for the past month and a half.)...Let me know if you feel it.

~The Man in the Cave