Two-ticket Escape

The ceiling of the pouring rain
Is up there on the floor of the gods.
I drag my luggage on the sand,
Carrying all of my understandings.

Some footsteps are a bit too loud.
I cannot hear my sounds.
My footsteps are a bit too loud.
I cannot hear my heartbeats

When it breaks down.
When it breaks down.
Nothing is all I hear.

Stopping by a quiet station,
Two tickets with no hesitation.
To the very next city.
Upright straight to the very next world.

The rumbling sounds are a bit too loud.
They take over both my ears.
Gonna haunt me for the next few years,
They’ll take over both my ears.

When heart breaks down.
Nothing is all my sounds.
When heart breaks down.

© 2019, Lam Le. All Rights Reserved.
Image taken by jamesmp


I also turned the poem into an acoustic song. Check it out!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: