Broken Glass

created by alcoholicpoet.com

this sad poem is about the paradox that exists between thought and emotion. 


narrow voices chase the silence. the ambivalent economy of barren choices.

the world is a ghost. we are its skeleton.

wild animals tamed by their own expectations.

the colors rage. vengeful auditors of time's tepid calculations. 

numbers laugh like swollen monsters. selling their stories with a grin and roar.

her skin is weighted. her eyes are stones.

memory is a prison made of all windows and no doors.


Filed under: October 2024 Sad Poetry