The book hits the floor
The slap of words against hardwood
Finally hit neutral at full speed
Lost in the space between heart beats
Knowledge and desire unconscious
The memory of the future faded
My lips never truly missed you
I craved your crisp white sheets
No ghost of you in my house
The dirt thirsts constantly for serenity
Clouds dance with naked blushing skin
I don't know you anymore or less
A dried leaf blown under the door
Desiccated blue cheese, pinot gris
Failure built-in from the start
An anchour with a rusted change
You were the deception of mind
Smoke and mirrors and painted face
An illusion of grandeur and sophistication
Cold steel bulwark haemorrhaging anguish
No purpose or direction fathomed
You have your just recompense
Karmic retribution and reward
It was everything predestined
I'm glad it all worked out as planned
YOU ARE READING
The word (a collection)
PoetryA collection of poetry. Short, longer. General, personal. Traditional and esoterical. Will add with time, as I sift through the random pile. Let me know if I accidentally double post anything :)
