Ageing bruise, there, sits atop my skin
like a glazed donut without the glazing
shaped like nothing in particular
you'd have to think long and hard to think of it like a passing cloud,
looking a little like something,
something familiar,
a heart, a hound, a ...
rusted, green, lime like stain on my olive skin
you remind me of nothing
I don't recognise how you got here
and the longer I fix my stare, the faster you fade away like a passing cloud to nowhere
you shapeless thing
you nothing in particular
you, there
YOU ARE READING
Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoetryDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
