scattered
memories
starting to
fade
all of my
thoughts, on one
nevermore,
always left to sort through
the rubble,
alone.
shattered
hopes
anticipated
nothing and all I got
but who will
explain
too
complicated
my heart
can’t understand.
uplifting
soul
saw past
the roughness, interior clean
quiet spot
holding it
for one, won’t say
my purpose
unseen.
dirty pages
not filth
just random
thoughts, lost not long
before
knowing not
knowledge
received in a dream.
falling
asleep
too tired
to work
nothing in
it for me
everyone’s
blind
to what I
see.
falling
asleep
too tired
to try
won’t push
the river, anymore
constructing
a dam, crushed
when it
breaks.
growing
used to the scene
natural
beauty
seen in
reverse, notice the inner first
attraction
all the better
I think.
one may
wonder
as I do
how things
can get so confusing
romantic
eyes see
that which
others don’t.
pretty
faces
don’t see
mine
real people
don’t notice me
as real as
I can be.
spotted
glass
and a
hacking cough
stained
digits
but still
want to
touch.
where has
everyone gone
hiding from
my eyes
splendor
seen
never
returning the sight
too short,
can’t see.
wave came
with the moon
seen in the
night dancing wildly
thinking
with my pen, ink stained fingers
cramped
with cold, aging daily
nothing
concluded...
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