Old Ruin

Tirzah Juarez

 

 

I've flown back to that place tonight 

And you'll never know

You are fixed on your distractions

While I waltz alone

In the midnight sprinkles 

 

I consent to being touched

By the burden of the clouds

Tracing the highest branches

With my fingers 

I guide them into a painting

Where they are born from my womb 

 

In this version, they never die

They just are

 

The saturated ground

That has claimed my feet

Will marry me one day

As I droop here

Before an audience 

Ready to denounce

Everything that I see

Ready to callous

Everything that I feel

 

So I close my eyes

And become background noise

 

Paralyzed from confusion

 

Soggy from defeat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Tirzah Marie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2017 20:17
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
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  • FredPeyer

    Welcome to MPS, Tirzah!
    Beautiful poem, 'While I waltz alone in the midnight sprinkles', great imagination and choice of words.
    I really like your poem and hope to read more in the future.

    • Tirzah Juarez

      Thank you dear Fred. I feel welcomed here by your words. Nice to meet you:)

      • FredPeyer

        You are welcome!

      • Heather T

        Tirzah, welcome! These images tessallate the page with emotive mosaics. An old ruin can be a deep well.

        • Tirzah Juarez

          Heather I love that. Thank you!



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