Each teardrop
a tiny ocean
essence of pain
copyright protected Ramona Hughes
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Gather nuts.
Grasp for the lean times.
Rotting potatoes
lie blandly in dark corners.
Silently stare at me with many eyes.
Find bright baubles.
Keep pretty playthings.
Trinkets and knick knacks
Ornaments on grimy shelves.
Idiotic faces chipped teeth and paint.
Saved paper
Stacked to the ceiling
Overflowing words
Seem to whisper as I pass.
Dangerous towers of unheeded news.
Faded petals
Pressed between pages.
Vacuous promises
carefree inane memories
Dreadful hopeless dreams nourishment for worms.
copyright protected Ramona Hughes
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
And then one day the world did end.
No dark clad mourners could attend.
There was no one,
There was no where.
There was just nothing standing there
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC