#148 (Ouroboros) [en/de]

you’d lain waste to

the paths I used to travel

all detritus and broken mirrors

some shards still carrying the lies

you’d repeated for so long

they became the only truth I knew

instead of courage you’d sold despair

made me drink Lethe’s water

praising it as the finest wine


I was using up all my charcoal

bringing a rainbow to the empty streets

saving the stubs for the rainy day

that never ended

because you’d ripped every umbrella

with your venomous verse

disguised as compassion


yet I refused your empty vocabulary

ripped apart the blank pages

like I’d shed my skin

too many times

and bled and bled

ghost flowers keeping me company

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#130 (heart-shaped holes)

robbery
photo credit: Matthias Geh

 

the promises we make

 fly easily from our lips

forgotten when we wake

from sleep’s transcending grip

unkind but feeling blue

through deeper woods we stumble

we fake it ’til it’s true

see loyalty slowly crumble

as lies are been renewed

without compassion fueling

the furnace of our souls

we’re left with darkness ruling

our love replaced by holes


21st February 2017