Poem

Looking in I see much chaos Untidy memories that litter empty spaces The gaps in my mind are full of […]

Before I was me, I used to be a dream Like a wisp of a cloud Like the trickle of

I wish that I was indifferent That gone are many memories Of my belated father I recall with ease his

I’ve got Rhino skin Gilded with rock and stone And you bastard chuckling clowns Did you think I’d come undone?

There I am. It’s me in a snapshot Taken at an angle that is flattering Me and my vanity looking

Destroyed! His words disintegrated my soul into ashes Bones crushed, milled like peppercorns Wafted in the air like dust before

Imagine a world bereft of sunshine, Just overcast in smoke and drizzling People grim holding umbrellas, Gaunt faces with tempers

Fire no longer burns In these dark hollow sockets, Just two chunks of ice endure Dried have the salty ravines

I shun the light, behind curtains hush, As I wake, in the wake of dreams. Apply the comb and makeup