It's easy
to predict the weather
when it's the same
every day:
Cloudy with a chance of stardust.
But not much.
You find it less
every day.
The only dragon left
is silence,
immune to the screams
of itself.
Waiting for the teeth
to take you,
waiting for this scene
to fade to black.
But unknown,
they cannot catch you;
unknown these visions
don't even define
to you.
Manifesting dullness,
perpetuating shame,
the fallen assist
the falling in their descent,
but those lost in limbo
can only dance alone.
A release:
the peace of a coming day,
a bent horizon,
a lost cause.
somehow, that which fortifies,
poisons; and nothing but
those pinpricks remain,
fading, the teeth,
and waiting.
No child
should become
so old.
Author notes
I wrote this a few years ago for someone who's now an ex... this is him.
What do you think?
Comments
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wow.. this is good.. i like it... i love these lines
But unknown,
they cannot catch you;
i dont know why.. but it made me smile.. its like.. i've got nothing to worry about.. kinda thing... well good write!... and keep it up
nooreo
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