bleach.
bleach..
bleach...
where is that god damn bleach?
Oh!
there you are!
right next to my agonizing memories and bottles of feelings
why bottles of feelings you ask?
well I am the gum on the bottom of your shoe; a burden
so I don't deserve to feel anything
happiness
sadness
depression
anger
jealousy
love
I don't deserve to feel a single one
thus I bottle them up and throw them away
well most of them
do you see that bottle to the left of the cutting knife
yes, that's my favorite
it's love
not just any kind of love
true love
notice how there is only one bottle of this one
it's my most prize possession
I have to be extra careful with it though
see there is a small crack
right there true love could escape and be lost forever
there is a solution though
but it is very dangerous
it is....
oh... you left, I should of known
who would listen to burden like me
anyways...
time for that nice glass of bleach
YOU ARE READING
A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...