Memories like broken glass
fill my heart my sensible soul
shards of you
remain
Tattering this perspective
Leaving a broken person
behind these eyes
This Kerouac perception
mounted on confusion
for feelings left
undisclosed
Baffling me like a child
Thunder and rain my
only solace
dark clouds my psyche
mutually bound
Like hurricane Galveston
ripping apart these thoughts these transgressions
mortally comforting
like cigarettes on Sunday
reaching forth
grasping at straws so they say
they always say
but do they feel as I've felt?
alone & tempered
as glass
the glum periphery engulfing
melting me down eating away
into a pool of nihility
to harden to break these chains
feels outdated unscripted nonsense
in the background of my memories souvenirs
a setpiece based on untruths
created
into
this
sheer crystalline matter
They call
Glass
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
Memories like broken glass
fill my heart my sensible soul
shards of you
remain
Tattering this perspective
Leaving a broken person
behind these eyes
This Kerouac perception
mounted on confusion
for feelings left
undisclosed
Baffling me like a child
Thunder and rain my
only solace
dark clouds my psyche
mutually bound
Like hurricane Galveston
ripping apart these thoughts these transgressions
mortally comforting
like cigarettes on Sunday
reaching forth
grasping at straws so they say
they always say
but do they feel as I've felt?
alone & tempered
as glass
the glum periphery engulfing
melting me down eating away
into a pool of nihility
to harden to break these chains
feels outdated unscripted nonsense
in the background of my memories souvenirs
a setpiece based on untruths
created
into
this
sheer crystalline matter
They call
Glass
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