Perspective

What do you see?

Under this weak smile

coupled with an unsightly gaze

you'll find those dull eyes of hers

reflect your struggle; how you writhe

in your passionate crawl 

over and through the rot;

and she'll hear the chimes

of death rattle, and all foul sounds.

She'll sigh slowly, breathing

hardly

only to be greeted by stench

and her hands might jitter, 

clatter like teeth, this cup

no stranger to sugar

no matter

this black will only taste bitter

still.

But she'll sit, through this cold

no matter the season

fixed on a canvas

these eyes of hers so close to the surface

they'll never meet yours

she can only be peering 

far, 

deep into the black in her hands.

You,

alone,

will never find her

Until you also gaze into this

abyss,

and while you search 

for her; for you

You'll sit transfixed, blank

caressed only by a husk, left

in place.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very somber; has the sound of a death vigil, of one watching the last struggle of someone beloved. Very moving.

[Walt]

Did is good it has a really good flow and I'm jelly cos I wish I could rhyme like dis :(