"constantants" poems
My words are nothing
Hollow, empty
Without something to lean back on
My words are broken
Cracking, shattered
When they are left alone
Dry and dusty
Spurts of constantants
Silence is a comfort
Dizzy and falling
Heavy blocks of vowels
A last, a final vow
I won't leave
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC