Bones In A Jacket

Bones In A Jacket

A Poem by Salman Y.

There's something I've realized,
but don't blame him or anyone else,
It's just me, so don't be sad
but I find myself to have hypothesized
that there's no reason for me to be mad
because I'm just some dust on the shelf
bones in a jacket
or I might as well be,
because my tsunami isn't even a ripple
Not even a ripple
but it's still my tsunami
so I'll make waves in infinity
and be infinitely nothing
but they are still my waves
bones in a jacket
dust on some bones
And I'll wait for the bone collector
and he can take his time
When he gets here I'll paint a pretty picture for you
It's a black canvas, and I call it "Time".

© 2017 Salman Y.


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Woww alright this could be the best poem I've read in a long time. I love the second stanza and the last 2 lines. It all fits so well, I love it!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Salman Y.

9 Years Ago

Thanks! I'm glad someone out there likes reading my ramblings.

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Added on May 27, 2015
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Tags: poetry, poem, nihilism

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