Sympathy, the whole sickening thing
Wrapped in peach and purple pasted paper
Pushed through plenty of returns in turn
Left ill, shattered in dark corridors
Puddle-drizzle makes pleasant pulp.
Of course that's only an object
Like a match to gasoline in the heat
Of simple summers, ignite my dignity
And send it bawling into grey galaxies
My, how we scared the birds that day.
Attach adolescent emotions to that,
You get the bathroom sessions,
Long walks in the park, dogwatching
Macabre hours looking up at rippling ceilings
It's only mild, and you're only wandering
But that's only if you don't know the unknown
And the unknown is a beast entirely
Demonically dedicated to the worship of you
Wear a veil and a clear facade when you leave
Because im too frightened to go outside
Chivalrous, it lingered by lost sinks
Handing out grotesque objects
to those in need, need relief,
Drive by through, my personification
Of whatever messed up truth, paper thin
How we do not know,
How we can breathe.
Sympathy, charitably given
From a orphanage of powerless possessed
Sat in dark corners, meloncholy
Hedgehog tight but the spines
The maniacal spines you press like stamps
And send first class to me.
Sympathy; my celestial devine
YOU ARE READING
What He Told Me. Poetry
PoesiaI was told to share what I write by a guy. This is what I've done. Some of this is dark. Some of this is the inner workings of what is happening in my life. Im sorry for making you read this
