The world doesn't make much sense anymore
All these abstracts
Frames more expensive than the sentiments
Metronomes of thought so precise and yet no one really knows
How this novel instrument of indifference
Is to be tuned
Only Bach wept bitterly
Humans, wallowing in their chronic humanness
Clusters of solitude resigned to reconciliation with their crooked
Bastards of boredom trying to sing
In a choir of opinionism
It grits on your ears
Or it's just that you are out of sync
After so many years of playing solo
Out of syntax
Out of fad
Out of rhyme
Out of reason
Out of candidness
It dripped from the corner of your gaped mouth
When words started to taste gray
At a festive table, where the sun took seat
Across from you
The earth kept turning
Flirtatiously
And the lonely moon that fell out of track
Unknowingly meddled with the gravity in between
Anomalies grow when they are not contained
Denied of the gleam that you borrowed yourself, you recoiled
To your shell
The moon is just a thief, see
When its not a crag that reflects illumination
Only hailed by bards
And cursed by lovers
Every now and then, you remember
That the children of the night
Have to perish in the shadows
And yet, they pine for the light
When their spines bend like archs of triumph
They pine for the light
The pricks and the grazes
The tingling embraces
Of all that is pure and white
Why is darkness so fragile?
When it swallows constellations
And drowns the novice vagrants
It dwells in one's soul
Makes a hearth of their humble Sternum
And yet it's as coy as a virgin
When caressed by the freshness of spring
They were born in the depths, the crawlers
Urged to peer outside by the nudges of curiosity
To be out there, it drains them, slowly
Makes their pale skin crumble
Makes their faces crack
Their remains seep into the smallest crevice in the pavement
Where a clown once stood, offered his shoulder to strangers
To cry on
So he could cry on
They lurk in there, pieces of the gloom
Abiding
Wait for the sun to find
Them
Or what's left of them.
your poetry is painful
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