You wanted it all
And who could blame you
But it wasn't yours to take
Yet in the end
Their hands were empty
And yours were full
And you began to bobble around
Unable to keep any balance
Until everything slowly fell
One by one
Crashing and Shattering
On the padded floors
Covered in thumbtacks
In the soundproof chamber
Of your mind
Like a child
When the time came
To enjoy anything
Only jealousy
Of what they had
Until all had nothing
But hatred
Aimed with a silencer
And a laser scope
At your heart
3 comments:
And that's what you get when you take too much.
Wow! Where did this come from? I like it though. You take us right there - to the place you are while you are writing. We find ourselves completely enveloped in the emotion you describe. I'm so glad you are back - keep it coming.
Wow. Its been forever since I've gotten the chance to come here. I saw that you stopped by PWB last week and I wanted to drop in here and say thanks, and that I am glad you are getting back to blogging your poetry.
My personal blog is on haitus- The Shores of My Dreams- due to a lack of creative poetic energry. But PWB is doing pretty good. Thanks for cruising on my there.
My favorite part of this poem was:
In the soundproof chamber
Of your mind
Like a child
When the time came
To enjoy anything
Only jealousy
Of what they had
That created a great picture in my head and also was packed with emotions.
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