FadedA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Everything I loved changes, everything I saw fadedFaded My tears are bluer than the ocean My soul lighter than the waves My feet slight on the blades of grass sharper than a ballpoint pen that I pass past examined My eyes darker than the caves under the ocean's faith My mind a crusade against the raid of the beauty of life wiped off the earth disposed of for nothing reasonable nothing more than aftershave, crueller than our greed, the reality that feeds on me My eyes greener than the trees spaced in place but creating shade colder than a blade and motion as the winds blow stronger than a man’s woe makes them shake like an earthquake My words are taller than the skyscrapers, my way out, they’re a lifesaver making me feel pain recognize my own labour in a world darker than the night naked Her presence was closer than my heart sacred, her smile golden like the sun’s maker, her laughter faded like the times taken, weighted like my world faking Staking to this lake, this land, slowly breaking in the hands of a band of human viruses with a plan to turn the sandy beaches to glass, shattering my window to heaven, my memory of a better day more faded than an effigy of the plethora of what’s left of me, separate dreams, more lost than the theme of a thousand screams being silenced, being faded, fading away more plain than the white paper My creativity faded, my view shaded, my essence hated, why crush creation? Why turn the wildlife into an empty Claymation of what used to be What has faded, older than my life, bolder than my strife, packaged, bagged, sliced, sold for a price, not a grain of rice suffice a virus a device My world has faded, leaving me behind in a burdened wasteland of dead friends, cruel men, islands on a bare land, for a grand, sold, the world, the sea, the land, slipping like sand through my fingers again My happiness, my elation, saddened, sour, faded More faded than my story More faded than my memory More faded, I can’t see anything Faded, have we lost everything Faded cleverly dismembered dreams stuck together, themes, cured of the concrete streets and high rises like a disease Blow away, moving on like the breeze Faded, released, more faded than the picture I see in front of me © 2018 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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