You can't break my heart
anymore than it's shaken
the wind rushes,
sea a tide, no ebb and
no breakers.
Watch, clocks and time, quickly
are moving.
Hearts only alive with beasts
anger thumping.
Rages and pages and sadness
Just ages.
Vintage snapshots faded, jaded.
Remember those times
they weigh heavy like gold is.
You have rattled my core
Shook my bones and in dreaming.
It is frightening, no escaping.
Dimensions, slanting and leaning.
Towards you I ran, snapped and lost but still charging
Doors seemed to open, this place knows how sick, demeaning.
I'm past now, you miss, you follow, you fall
The reek of proof, silence from lips, speaks no more.
YOU ARE READING
Happier a little sad.
PoetryThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
