Sunday, December 6, 2009

An Example of my Bad Poetry

This was written a few months back. One of the few not on my MySpace blog of old.

Can you hear that?
It is the sound of my heart breaking, again.
Like the arctic ice shattering
Or a fine crystal glass hitting the floor.

A thousand small shards shooting into darkened corners
They will be gathered and fitted jigsaw-like together
Bound tightly with tape
Only a few small pieces missed, unseen.

And my brittle smile will hide the piercing pain
As each tiny shard puncture internally when I move
Rupturing life, seeping blood, killing me quietly.

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