PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

feeling weary and faint, sharp daggers have not broken your walls which contain twisted matters
subjectivly infirm to the doctor, the patient does not matter for he suffers for the greater good
pictures in my mind, voices echoing in the distant hallway leaving trails upon their vapours
sound pulsing through my brain, leaving me wasted in the digital desperation of disaster
promissary notes of forgiveness, their unceasing beauty cast upon an ocean of tears
turn down the volume, for truth is in the whisper that broke the fall from him
listening to a rare gem, most turn an ear and yet fewer use perception
they take all you have, and throw it away for every drop of rain
yet we do not turn away, instead we give it over to rage
measuring the effort of the requirement; to change
stars continue glistening, clocks keep ticking