When we speak

lane_summers

When we 
Speak
skeletons 
crawl
Back into
The closet
The sine wave
Of my emotions

I’m contained.
The past is
Forgotten.

When you’re gone
I’ll ooze with rot
And the cycle 
Will begin again

  • Author: lane_summers (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 22nd, 2022 04:16
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: lalalaEulalie
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

✔ Receive the ebook in seconds ✔ 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • lalalaEulalie

    Love is such a pacifier! At least until it grows old and mature. Hopefully by then it's done its job. Then we are peaceful and content.

    Beautiful little piece.
    I enjoyed it very much. 🌹

    -Lolly



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.