I broke the desk lamp
Some impatient tangled wire thing
Shards of busted glass
Everywhere
The nature of all things fragile
Scattered in a heartbeat
The sad metaphor
Glittering on the tile
How prophetic
A deeper darkness
Descending upon my tired soul
I felt like crying
But there was nothing to feel
Only the pain of glass
Under my thinning skin
It seemed pathetic
Like my life at times
Struggling to understand
There’s nothing
To understand
Some shit about
I’m already complete
In the mind of God
Whose God?
I can’t fathom that right now
Not with all the glass
Cutting my hands
Shredding my feet
There’s less blood now
Typing within the morass
My legacy
That will fade before I’m dead
And sometimes
Death seems so much easier
Than trying to clean up the mess
One sliver of fate at a time
Powerful poem, Bindo.
Excellent closing lines!
remember, it only “seems” easier, though…
so, better pull out the sliver, and clean up the blood.
This was a nice little slice of doom for today. Thanks Bindo. =)
Anytime Sammy…
You need a little doom, I’m your man…
Of course, you’re correct, it only “seems” easier, hence my ability to reply to your lovely comment..