My Eyes Fill With Red

My Eyes Fill With Red

A Poem by Foxemerald
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Pain and catharsis. A vent for my feelings in a flash gone by, timely moment. An instant, captured, but for good I cannot say or recommend, unfortunately. It made me feel better to write it, though.

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My Eyes Fill With Red

 

 

Why do my eyes fill up with red strain?

Why, dear, do they crackle?

 

Why do I seem silly to myself?

 

Perhaps I've forgotten,

fluency.

 

 

 

To dash fluency against a rock,

to kill it-

 

to create in its waves never ending-

make granite from them.

 

Granite can be broken-

 

The art of poetry I'll scatter,

against the floor,

so in a million ways,

little balls of sparkling red,

ornaments break-

and a Christmas tree resembling in my poor mind,

what once these soulful words,

had meant-

but now they have from their brambles fell . . .

and swooped to mourning,

breaking upon impact.

 

Will I ever find for what I'm looking?

 

Can fluency and poetry,

mean anything to me?

 

True. True. They do glitter . . .

 

ornaments of red have roguish associations however-

and poetry breaks-

languages are granite,

thrown against the sorry wall!

How shall I shatter them all?

These words I want

to break like the pen I'm holding.

 

Break them . . .

break- them.

© 2012 Foxemerald


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