Perched on my shattered mind’s eye
Stood a goldfinch, its tiny feet tip-tapping
On my subconscious state of mind
Reinforcing my solipsism that I once lost.
For I, and only I, can remain here;
Your hopefully persuasive words otherwise
Bounce off me easily. The goldfinch is here to stay
To solemnly reassure me that I am always alone.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
Perched on my shattered mind’s eye
Stood a goldfinch, its tiny feet tip-tapping
On my subconscious state of mind
Reinforcing my solipsism that I once lost.
For I, and only I, can remain here;
Your hopefully persuasive words otherwise
Bounce off me easily. The goldfinch is here to stay
To solemnly reassure me that I am always alone.
I hate Saturdays
Request permission to use this poem