The corners within myself

no more than liquid images, like a rainy sunday morning look behind the curtains of the living room

The corners within myself

There are corners within me

Faces emerging from my heart 

Liquid images of skin

And concrete tears of loneliness

Like transparent veins that jump out of my eyes

Slow emotions disguised in alcohol and meditation

A frantic melody moving with the beat of my tired blood

up and down, round and round

In the carousel of my living machinery.

I seek the poetry of now with my bare soul

In this empty gray morning.

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

I feel every word,so relate to your poem,may you find joy there in the corners of your soul;-} Good emotional write.