Good Intentions

I can't turn on the lights.

All the inspiration swells

crumbling down to waste.

Like a vivid heartache,

 

it's dark on my way home.

Void of relief. Dragging tampered minds

beyond the beginning, back to the

abstract point of origin.

 

Standing by the

long highway glistening thick

with memories run over and

asphalt remains reminds me of

 

Munich. The sky bleeds purple.

The radiance is far too dimmed

and I don't want to turn on the lights

because I fear the side of you

 

I don't want to see, the one

barren with no good intentions

behind brown eyes. Rows of

broken streetlamps guide my way

 

like sacred pillars back from whence I came

and where I came to see, casting down

an orange hue reminding me of

no good intentions and no empathy.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

broken streetlamps
guide my path. I like the concept.

[screamin'ian]

As always, you evoke ghosts from my past and bring them back to life. No sorrow left unfelt, no fear forgotten...

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

The poetic skill in this piece is undeniable, the 4th stanza won me over.

Solid ending, what's to say? Welcome back to the ranks.