Is anyone listening? (a poem)
I flay myself
on the altar of art,
cut down to the bone,
break every last part.
I write it on paper,
type it into my phone,
share it with the world,
and feel utterly alone.
I flay myself
on the altar of art,
cut down to the bone,
break every last part.
I write it on paper,
type it into my phone,
share it with the world,
and feel utterly alone.
filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring
Another family dinner.
Another empty room.
Another grieving parent.
Another lost too soon.
The beautiful morning sky
assails my sleepy eyes.
It stirs my soul
as in days of ol’
when she brought a smile to thine.
standing amidst traffic,
cars on each side,
the wind spins me around.
Constantly,
you made me question myself.
Relentlessly,
you told me I was not enough.
The promise kept them,
hope sustained them,
every day a little less.
everything is here
for but a moment
like a whisper
half-spoken
nearly existing
vanishing
in the soft light
of a new day
Scents of countless delicacies combine.
Enticements abounding.
Sounding china and silver sit atop the din.
Conversation flourishing.
The dream lost,
unraveled, unwritten,
to aether went,
in a moment forgotten.
Eternal the cost.
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