hope

My dreams are tarnished like the knives in my auburn-stained kitchen.
Chipped paneling and cracked marble once paved the way for my future.
Moths are drawn to the flame of vulnerability and crickets chirp to the sound of a beating heart.

I step on the broken glass of my past as words shatter this fragile, archaic home.
This ramshackle state of a home translates to the incompatible voices that vibrate through it.
Speakers play old-fashioned music as a clock strikes motionless on the edge of destruction. 

How I wish for time to stay as quiescent as it once was. 

 

ellenb

NY

YWP Alumni

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    watching
    judging
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    I am the annoying weed that sticks out through the pavement,
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    Did you make me not believe? 
    By design?
    By anguish?
    You, the divine creator,
    how could you make me this way?
    Question
    after
    Question.
    And yet you never answer because
    I know
    you do not exist,