Breaking LightA Poem by N.A.
Broken glass
at the bottom of your feet nobody sees but me you chucked your beer into the darkness The darkness is not all I see It’s dying and it’s living perfectly intertwining with the dirt you can see All the specs of greed We’re dying and we’re living We’re hiding because we know it Running makes it worse I have a growing suspicion that death is an illusion and I am dreaming but pain is never quite asleep broken pieces cut through the dream Digging trenches in the desert the sky is dark but shining opening it’s eyes it can see your bodies start to rot I can taste myself rotting they are lost Breaking light So you can see the silhouette of bodies breaking for nothing and the shapes aren’t so new you’ve seen them folding before inside you The secret you keep is making you ugly Don’t catch me © 2013 N.A. |
StatsAuthorN.A.CAAboutI am a person. I grew up in Southern California. I write fiction or I rant about things that bug or intrigue me. I also have pathetic poems. So enjoy the crazy. more..Writing
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