Beautiful words of praise
Claps of thunderous destruction
A vacuum of hate
Pulling me in through fearless suction.
A sprinkle of bitterness
Bats chasing away all that is good
Secrets stirring but I can't help it
Reaching out from under the hood.
Jolts of electric fire
That separate me from sympathy
That's what peels the two words apart
Different between sympathy and symphony.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Think You Know
PoetryThis poetry book is about friendships past and present (mainly past). You don't have to relate, but I hope you do. You don't have to like it, but I hope you do. Thank you for taking the time to read any of these poems, it means a lot to me.
