Broken PerfectA Poem by RionSuperficiality, expecting too much, owning too little and loving; not at all. A loss of hopes, dreams, life and meaning.
A broken star hangs like a ceiling fan, Waiting for all ties to snap. The exit never seemed a choice, Until all heat grew frost, all love was lost. A broken sunset hangs like a last breath; Rainbows never show their gold. The door didn’t ever cast a shadow; It seeped in the light, caused by the night. A broken darkness hangs like a curtain, Smothering those who dare. Lurking eyes remain shut tight, Unseeing the strangers, unknowing the dangers. A broken light hangs like it once shone. What purpose for an unflowering bulb? Meaning is cast aside with the evening news; When direction is gone, mourners will mourn. A broken heart hangs any minute now, The portrait of unhope; showcased. One compass, now and for ever, Cast upon the floor, needed no more. A perfect reflection on the unbroken mirror; A distorted opposite of life we made. Pretending understanding, what gets us by. Hating is knowing, crying is showing. A perfect sunrise breaks the night, The darkness of shadows receed. The light reveals our lost selves, We walk our days in this winding maze. A perfect apology, kept in a jar, From and to our only selves, For losing the compass, directions, Our way, each and every day. A perfect life has never been lived. Stained by death, hate, greed and lust. Threaded by life, love freedom and hope. It is our sheet, our cold, our heat. A perfect broken dream we have. Threaded and stained with truth. Hope is what kills us all, And the only thing that keeps us alive. © 2009 RionAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 13, 2009 AuthorRionQueensland, Brisbane, AustraliaAboutSome of the stuff you see here remains from my angsty, awful teen years. Just a forewarning. more..Writing
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