This Flashlight

This Flashlight

If I was to write you a poem, I wouldn't stop at one
Because out of all this vastness, I can't shine a flashlight to the Sun
I can't count every single raindrop that falls out of the sky
On a late stormy night In the heat of July
I can't begin to comprehend or understand something so intricate
I can't even slow down, to grasp the concept, it's so delicate
I can't run full speed after this moving train
The whole idea, completely derails every thought in my brain
I can't put words to this cataclysmic explosion, it just came to be
But the acidic erosion is slowly changing me
I want to poetically trace your soul, with every line I write
To write something so deep, that it speaks to you in the dead of night
Something that triggers you down to your core
Something so strong like a drug that makes you feign for more
Something that tiptoes down every inch of your spine
To write something hypnotic between each line
Something that clings you to the ceiling with every word
Something so intense that you can feel what is heard
A poetic ode that hits you just right
I guess I can throw away this flashlight

A.D. Small
January 30, 2024