Enclosed with this sorrow that I
Succumb too like a machine operated by switch:
On and off it ails me to breathe.
It is cancerous in thought,
Cancerous thought breathes along with me.
I watch surrounding light fall to darkness,
Four walls that reflect nothing-
Weary spoken words transpired by separation.
In forced eyes that reflect happiness
In the blinding and deafening romance of
feeling- feelings of reclusiveness and abandonment
And betrayal- among other things, these eyes
That beg for new light for different sights;
Amazement that tears hug me closer than
Any other have before.
Amazement that this belt strapped to my
Bed-frame hugs me tighter than anyone else.
My tranquility- I have found a feigned comfort:
Allow me to disappear in the fallen sunset,
So no eyes see me lose happiness in mine-
A pathetic thought that someone would stare into my fake eyes.
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My Eyes With Facade
PoetryA change of pace, I would assume so. Literally, my writing consists of unrequited love or death. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my new poem :) ***for the cover, no copyright was intended. All rights belong to the respective owner(s). Photo link: http:...
