Flat black mind and glass pack emotions with muscles held together by twine,
Slurred perspective strewn and sewn together by reckless self reflection.
Your actions are not mine, nor is the shallow introspection.
A quib, a quarrel, a mask of your own design.
A feint, a folly, a prospect filled with brine.
Woe to the self wrought hypocrite that does solemnly seek deflection.
Restless and rattled by the visage of losing loves boundless perfection.
Are you as of yet feeling alive and devoted to thine?
The air is grey surrounding your small and muted soul, a dwarf star in the sky.
Swallowed by the vastness of what you can not control.
Swoon'd actions sought to assume some form of whole.
Surreal thoughts and imagery in contention for attention wrought to vie,
While the distraction you yourself imbibe is wrestling through the lie.
Lost in your indulgence, with a full plate, and an empty cup and bowl.
Lingering laments of a broken battered wavering soul.
Breaking boughs and vows to the apple of your eye.
Stark white sounds surround the air you exhale, while spitting to the ground.
Damning everything in a breadths reach of your mouth.
Silent hearts and sullied skin do speak of thou mournful drouth.
Kin to your wanton cries is your very fiber yet singularly bound,
An homage of twisted sight and crows scouring for flesh unfound,
Maligned thoughts twist the sounds, so mispronounce and shape the couth.
Every bitter pill your mind creates; best taken with a sip of sweet vermouth.
Keep mind of the clock your heart doth bare, lest it become unwound.
Nothingness abound the brittle flat black glass, cracked and splintered.
Tearing twine unravels at the very sinew of your core.
And there within, quagmires that did not lie before.
Sullen ground, to which dead things are easily interred.
As the sun up comes the fractures harden, as steel annealed.
Empty space taking up your islands shore.
Making it so much the barren place just as afore.
The beats of your heart waning, and your light deterred.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
