MedleyA Poem by Zorrin86I would like to tell you how I feel, But I feel nothing, And who would care either way? Lost in this smog of apathy. Nourished on dead trees, On famished alms, A scribbled note in the margins, Coddled and coy by chance indifference, A soul bereft of soul, Looking for a corner of spider webs to die in. Desecrated by sidelong glances and cold silence, A man immune to loss, Being loss itself, Both victim and tormentor, Silenced into oblivion by an impish dancer, A girl cursing herself, And twice cursing others, Standing in a field of the corpses Of her thrice cursed lovers. Under an autumn sky, A medley of blue and hazel, The hiss of the wind scattering the bone marrow In whirlwinds down a road strewn with riddles. © 2017 Zorrin86 |
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Added on February 11, 2017 Last Updated on February 11, 2017 AuthorZorrin86Louisville, KYAboutAvid reader...writer, musician, artist of sorts...into esoterica, spirituality, mythology, classical literature, a delver in many things. more..Writing
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