Dust of Dissappointment.
This poem which was written in 2007 is an angry piece which i created from a memory of a past relationship. Its got a lot of metaphors within the poem and is quite abstract. I was influenced by the writer and poet Sylvia Plath.
Speckles of doubt overshadow truth,
quiet heartbeats that hurt,
are heard by millions that are dared to be silenced.
Honest and pain free, like the wind that follows you.
Through the dirty path of your deciet and lies.
With cold and icy downfalls,
like your winter fingers in her hair.
Your body and soul falls into a pile of dissapointment.
Dust from a thousand books, cover your tracks.
Contents pages that decieve collect under a shadow,
of a black burning candle.
A small voice that whimpers by your side,
turns into eyes that reflect puddles of melting tarmac,
melting into chocolate, but not as sweet.
The dark kind, the bitter, sour, bite sitting on your tounge.
Your stuck, and i am blind.
For your eyes are only opened by the lies i told,
the lies that you made were forgiven and folded,
folded into little white triangles,
and placed within your wooden box.
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