There are times a person is
on the edge of shattering.
Not noticeably so;
Forced smiles they
Shape shift the mask.
All it takes is a push
An adverse action
A mere word
To send them tumbling
Over the ledge.
She has taken
One too many arrows
One too many breaks
Invisible, she sits
Inside the pieces
Knowing that she
Will never be the same.
Something's changed for good
She feels it deeply
Something's been taken
Leaving crumbled bricks
Left as the bombs explode
Riddled with wounds
She sits exposed
She hears the sounds
The roaring of the sweepers
Coming to blow away
Her remains
So she can be replaced.
Soon she will fade
Into remember when's
And forgetfulness
Indifference and
Negative inference
Because love is often faked
To gain access
To the remnants they take
Where flesh becomes flesh
And bone becomes bone
And the soul is left wandering
Without a home.
v.k poetry
copyright 2013 @ dbv publishing
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 6:34 PM UTC
There are times a person is
on the edge of shattering.
Not noticeably so;
Forced smiles they
Shape shift the mask.
All it takes is a push
An adverse action
A mere word
To send them tumbling
Over the ledge.
She has taken
One too many arrows
One too many breaks
Invisible, she sits
Inside the pieces
Knowing that she
Will never be the same.
Something's changed for good
She feels it deeply
Something's been taken
Leaving crumbled bricks
Left as the bombs explode
Riddled with wounds
She sits exposed
She hears the sounds
The roaring of the sweepers
Coming to blow away
Her remains
So she can be replaced.
Soon she will fade
Into remember when's
And forgetfulness
Indifference and
Negative inference
Because love is often faked
To gain access
To the remnants they take
Where flesh becomes flesh
And bone becomes bone
And the soul is left wandering
Without a home.
v.k poetry
copyright 2013 @ dbv publishing
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