I dream in window panes,
And my heart is a hammer
Poised to smash them all.
Silent lips and a subconscious
Scream of pain, and my closed eyes,
A silencer to muffle them all.
This dream that is so warm,
A violent mouth to spit away,
All the broken pieces of the pain.
Leaving neath the heady covers,
Broken things that fit together,
Sharp edges meeting neatly.
Draft now flooding in from windows,
Broken and ajar, testing mettle
Of shattered things we made.
No cover can protect us dear,
Or keep us warm in hard cold light,
Dreams are meant to die with the day.
Batten down the hatches -
Hammer out all the kinks,
The sun is coming,
to steal our precious things.
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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...
