A Case for Semicolons

 the angles vary, but our perspective seldom does.

worn by time. these stubborn masks rarely change.

betrayed by memory. we undo the threads.

sold to strangers. by our own insecurities.

the winter arrives too slowly and stays too long.

because the cold is irrevocably a component of our lives.

we're only young for a moment.

and then everything else occurs.

we're only puppets on loose strings.

imagining we can dance.


Filed under: Sad Poems January 2025