Numbingly cold, tearful mess,
Frightful thoughts, brain: mediocre at best.
Bones and smiles, empty eyes,
Teeth and tongues, laughter and lies.
Icy fire, lively stone;
Unked child, child unknown.
Plumply, slowly, withering away, leaving but still choosing to stay.
Lifeless cheeks, joyless smiles,
Honest cries, tasteless bile.
Rhythmless beat; no notes to be heard.
Motionless dance, flightless bird.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
