a bird lights on a windowsill, fleeting in nature
the light turns again toward the curtains
in the evening my freedom turns to rapture
again predisposed to the metronome
the hourglass rotates on an axis' balance
unbeknownst to the metro
in pursuit of its lone instance
the hammer falls and seals our fate
courtroom buzz delivers our letter
verdicts read are best when forgotten
I do my best to forget, but your face remains.
YOU ARE READING
sometimes
PoetryA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
