Just Another Poem

Are we all like this? Alone. Having pushed everyone away,
but still grasping the half crumbled words in our shaking hands.

 

Not such a glamorous life.
Stained floors and peeling walls, that will surely

fall as the sun at days end.

What can I say? It`s what we wanted,

what we`ve begged for from the heavens each night.
Sometimes what we pray will end.

Silently words drip from our viens, pooling at our feet.
Drying into cresent moons, a lovely harvest sky. Only the cats will get to see it,
bask in the night`s shimmering glow.
 

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

Having pushed everyone away,
but still grasping the half crumbled words in our shaking hands.
Not such a glamorous life.

I like your style a lot...

[Dulce de Leche]

This poem has lots and lots of good lines. Revision will make it better, I think. I love the last stanza. Beautiful!