there are no dreams
no pie, no sky
no lightning caught
in an amber freeze
+
there are no desires
no aimless paths
as wants and needs
are clearly defined
+
flaccid pacification
no tears will fall
from half lidded eyes
passive tranquilisation
no lips will fill
with venomous lies
empty indignation
and a night bereft
of heart felt cries
forensic sublimation
of moments unguarded
and golden sighs
+
there is no chaos
naturalised calm settles
amid another insignificant
self-made mess
+
there is no pain
not in a physical sense
merely a chemical residue
from another time
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (1)
Great poem. Love that last stanza about pain.