three poem series |
A Broken Branch The olive branch I extended was snapped in half Firmly rejected by a former ally Personified by failed diplomacy Stunned at our inability to come to terms If things were different If I was different Maybe our stars would align Instead I walk alone With this broken branch as a reminder Dedicated to an old friend, I miss you THE SECOND PIECE OF THE SERIES: spites emissary to the grain of sand in my eye - there are no tears left for you your scratching around - has dulled my lens the images grow cloudy as an unwelcome guest barges in disturbing a sleeping wrath arms flail at the intruder who interrupts my solace - which is merely a respite from the torrent within a composed bit of clarity - masks an all too real malevolence a mirror image that haunts and disgusts every ounce of being spites emissary now breathes her cruel poison through me as thoughts swim with a reckless abandon and malaise enveloped by nebulous accusation - I pull at the wrenching disgust where this day has gone awry THE THIRD PIECE OF THE SERIES: CAN YOU SEE THE POEM WITHIN? naked discourse hollow words reveal a barren soul jealousy is a splinter which stings innocence youth is a luxury afforded to the lucky as your crumbling frail bitterness consumes at what point do we blame ourselves - once the fallen remain to lament the broken pieces of sanity to which you cling - are merely floating remnants of shipwrecked words strewn about on jagged rocks named spite lashing out at fate for being cruel - while the world passes by like a winters dawn naked in a place forsaken by warmth spitting insults in a futile discourse recoiling from the backlash of actuality my tolerance is but a strand - long broken by this detractors glare THE POEM WITHIN words reveal a splinter frail bitterness consumes we blame ourselves remain to lament broken pieces of sanity are shipwrecked words jagged rocks lashing out like a winters dawn naked discourse recoiling from actuality tolerance broken by this detractors glare |