like water with the wind,
their strands were all dissected,
their hands and hearts were pinned,
their pasts were resurrected-
they made stamps out of their sins,
their walls were white and washed they never
blinked to see a picture
their calls quietly severed
they never stopped to think it injured
their paws did lose all padding
their gaze did lose adding
like water in the wind
their strands were all dissected
they hold their stamps out heavy
they fold their arms as levee
they close their eyes as curtains
they draw their mind for shelter
Tag Archives: sad
words n worlds
collide in misunderstanding
a hurt and a judgement
-a shift in approach
momentary annoyance
lack of sleep
-a look an irritated
sigh an ego an elevated pride
a gravel a sharpness that
resides a snowball a stone-cold
an anger inside
I left
my heart in my hand
just to see how it beats
watching it pulsing
like a tickertock time machine
running out of it
-how bizarre
sunlight never asked for a shadow
so I snip at the one by my feet
like an extra gravity it pulls at my
happiness
and I feel lost
I want to retreat
jump into that painted nothing where
cold is a cage that contains you
I may have lost the plot again
stale stillness
death in our faces
words from our minds
feelings in displacement
frames of many lines
crisscrossed grills puzzle-piece us
into jigsaws scattered now
as we bite into despondency
to realise what we are now
where long ago- once happy
now the stillness seems so stale
it is rotting it is fading
in a stinking form of pale
am i drowning in this desert?
in soft sand toes sink and still
like a statue petrified
it is but a corpse so ill
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