Empty with worthlessness,
Black screens and space,
Orange furnace too far away to help,
False promises prevent wholeness,
Fences crawl coldly upon my skin.
Relief from people who understand
Is false, manipulating flourishes from selfish
Fulfillment and intentional ruin of
Worthless beings who should
Block connections to prevent
pain from smashed tow trucks
Filled with vases of hate and
Broken trust, flowing with lies.
Look at your life!
You fucked it up yourself!
I Run from these actors and hide,
Accept the worthlessness.
Know that all wish to harm.
Hope to find love in the hidden corners.
Wait for the flowering orange to
Travel quickly across carcasses,
Swim in my hollow chambers.
#1 by Evelyn on January 17, 2011 - 9:10 pm
devastating ending, difficult poem.
#2 by Carl on January 17, 2011 - 9:58 pm
Yes, it was difficult. Therapeutic. When done with something like this, the world suddenly looks better.