Alas, Lonely

brokenember

How, like a secret, you crept into every corner, defacing my yoked harlequin,

and with a hollow chest, you embalmed my every hope, like the windows you closed,

then blamed me for the lack of

sunlight

 

This once was a soliloquy made into the formlessness we carried into the garden, where we

formed a brilliant lie to ourselves

that this was the life we would have

if we could choose

 

I felt peace when you left the room with cages, and I slept for the first time in eight months sitting up straight on a chair next to the only exit in the broken house,

And alas, lonely,

I sharpened my fingers on your broken promise, and I carved space

for

the

light

  • Author: brokenember (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2022 21:27
  • Category: Forgiveness
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  • L. B. Mek

    what a depressing first stanza! lol
    'embalm' - ouch, what an image...
    but still, the wording
    was a wonderful reading experience
    thanks for sharing, an evocative write
    to say the least

    • brokenember

      Thank you so much!



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