A slab of pavement
With cracked fluorescent white lines
Facing a rusted metal fence
Means more to me
Than just a place to stop
It has lost its pedestrian ambiguity
And morphed into something
Altogether more haunting and tragic
This is the place
Where you tried to stop yourself
From moving again
With the soundtrack of
Screaming and
Air stealing sobbing
The flash of metal glowing
In the fading sunlight
A vain attempt at finding
Beauty in the midst
Of heart shredding tragedy
Maybe it was poor planning
That led to you being sent
To a padded room
And high-pitched phone calls
Instead of a metal drawer
But tragedy is my last memory
Of someone I used to know
YOU ARE READING
Black Box
PoetryInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
