Vapor Trails Poem by Angelica Duardo

Vapor trails,
Paper trains
I wish I could sail away

On saggy boats
With cardboard doors
Why can’t I just fly above?

This empty jar
These broken bars
It’s all tearing me apart

Mirrors fall
And windows close
I can’t see beyond

This dark black mark
That’s right in front

My eyes that cry
And speak trough tears
But I can’t hear a single weep

And nothing’s worst
Out of sight, out of mind

I’m building my boat,
So when I have to go
I’ll have something to float on