Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2020
What you told me, rang true.
Did I want to use the power of the hammer to shatter glass?

Or to forge myself anew, like steel?
The fact I kept talking about how things were, showed I cared still.

Now, scream at the hole we left each other.
Stand in your corner and scream with me.

December 2017.
Batchelor
Written by
Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
(30/M/Singapore)   
54
   Batchelor
Please log in to view and add comments on poems