Sep 2020
Picture this:
Broken glasses
Left on a timid table.
Unfixed.
Picture this:
A blind child waiting
For her mother to come
Back.
Picture this:
Yesterday's pie still
Humming inside the
Oven.
Picture this:
The sight of blood on a far
Off pavement spreading without
Direction.
Picture this:
Lost shadows just
Waiting to be seen in the
Silence.
Broken glasses
Left on a timid table.
Unfixed.
Picture this:
A blind child waiting
For her mother to come
Back.
Picture this:
Yesterday's pie still
Humming inside the
Oven.
Picture this:
The sight of blood on a far
Off pavement spreading without
Direction.
Picture this:
Lost shadows just
Waiting to be seen in the
Silence.
I've always wanted to tell a story through a poem. I looked at my broken glasses and let the fingers do the work. This is what came out.
