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My skin is pale with blinding hopes; shotty wishes that strike my sins well.Hollow, humming wells that've never been more dry and cold.
Feeble in the wake of a Goddess
And miserable in the light of day.
Superb at his timely drunken stupor,
From where Repetition leaves one in a glass half empty;
Mercury to the brim.
Grey and dense, I am.
My mind is black with tangled thoughts; painful ideas that threaten to choke.
Twisted, twined masses of thread that’ve never been more choatic and torrid.
Anemic in the aftermath of a divine Man
And melancholic in the light of day, feeling less than.
First-rate when she consumes poison.
From where stress bleeds from punctured veins;
In oblivion she swims, until the waves crash down.
Painful and dis-eased, I am.
Dancing swallows, in the evening sun, wilt jaggedly to the ground,
Surrounded by the bouquet they have come to know and love.
Picturesque in a picture-perfect nest.
I am the one who, first, fell off the branch
Into the self-serving hole that was not my nornal self.
I suppose I felt like being alone could be my Savior, or at least my Help,
But who am I to know a damn thing about what I need.
Unsure incarnate; Pathetic, to say the least.
Glowing moon, in the black night, revealing imperfections.
Illuminated by the light in the mirror they have come to fear.
Bruises and blemishes breed.
I am the one who, first, pushed you to the edge,
Into that chasm of not good enough.
But who the hell am I to judge your self worth?
The truth is you are just as worthy as you were at birth.