Numb

What we cannot see that is there...

Broken trees
And fallen leaves
Leaking glasses
And tattered silks
With nothing more to bare

Strikes back with
More fury
Like fallen air
Without gravity
And you can't speak to hear

The warmest blanket
Covered in blood
The most innocence
Shattered the strongest pain
Is this really the only gain?

Raging walls
And fighting souls
Roses with no thorns
Rewinding time so it seems
The first breath

 

Of the next time.

Author's Note

Good things can't visit for too long...

Reviews

[robin]

Interesting, as though a fantasy could complete itself and then you rewind and relive the bloodless sacrifice once more. Haunted longing and ethereal sensuality with this first time revelry. I see why the girls love thee.
Neo-romantic impetus, succubus, incubus! Well written. Nice invocation.

[chris' girlfriend]

wow you are an AMAZING poet!!!