Bleachers - Emily Yacina

Cold in the bleachers I pray to see

I love you winning

What are you doing to me?

Time is a silk web tangled in pleas

I choke to move on

What are you doing to me?

Only my vision can set me free

Stuck in my story

What are you doing to me?

And I know I am not so small

And it shows when all the pieces fall around me

It’s a shame when I convince myself I’m not real

On the train, I’m running out of ideals