|
|
back to poetry by year
|
next poem, previous poem
|
| Substitution |
3/8/2003
|
Shatter.
Sweat dripping tears cascade.
They are pulled down, forced down.
Dead foam boils at the mouth.
The opening gapes a scream.
Stare.
Stricken with stupidity.
Confused as one could ever be.
Undecidedly, tears form without any effort.
A chance lost, or was it a chance never taken?
All I ever wanted was one night with you.
A night full of everything I had ever dreamed!
I am dying, slow death, fast death.
Crippled, handicapped, unable to move, paralyzed.
This could not have happened at a worse time!
Emptiness overcomes me.
A ghost replaces my soul.
Once so lively, now dead forever.
Life could have been better if death was weak.
Death is much too slow for me now.
I want somewhere in the middle, in between.
But right now all I can feel is distant and replaced.
|
|
|
|
|
|
[use > to go next and < to go previous. tab and shift+tab can also be used]
Copyright © Mirrorglassball 2009-2024
|
|