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 Mar 2021 Sharon Talbot
ross
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there is a subtle beauty in madness.
an eery wonder within sadness.
like the musicians of the titanic
their final lullabies
dancing through the air
amid the screams and the panic
a moment of beauty
an expectance of fate
a beautiful surrender
as they perished beneath the waves


~
Don't blame the sinking ship

when you are already in it

you should have checked its seaworthiness

beforehand-- where then was your wit?
Knowing I could contribute nothing

I left the room in silence and in humility

hypocritical to give the impression I knew something

that would strip me of every dignity
 Mar 2021 Sharon Talbot
aslı
secret
 Mar 2021 Sharon Talbot
aslı
I don't want to die as a secret to myself
That's the sole reason I wake up every morning
To experience here as being awake in a dream.
the search for the meaning.
Having said this,
Having done that,
Let me just go mad.
I watch life float by
like a dragonfly
riding the breeze.
I need to seize the
current like a
brick of gold,
soar ever upward,
above the swamps,
and dead lilies.
Transcendent light blinds
temporarily, but it's
necessary for new sight,
and stronger wings.
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