If empty thoughts were grains of sand
a beach is where I'd dwell.
My loneliness would build ten castles
where I'd hide within myself.
My tears have gathered along the shore
to create a salty sea
that thrives on broken promises
and love- but not for me.
The shells that form from bits of laughter
are few and far between.
So scattered and well hidden
that they can scarce be seen.
Loving thoughts become jagged rocks;
happiness once was red,
but now my red has faded black.
My happiness is dead.
If all the love lavished upon me
were a brilliant violet-blue,
the sky would be as gray as stones.
My sun's a darkened hue.
Compassion's clouds are fading fast.
The wind's a constant stare
that blows among the long gone trees
and the people that aren't there.
If emotions kept inside of me
became a raging storm,
My home would be destroyed
and the shells would lose their form.
I'd drown within my bitter tears
of hurt and lack of heart,
and dream of reds and violet-blues
and empty thoughts from which we start. |
Submission Name: kingdom of the lonely
LAINED how your tears are a sea; how your happiness is dead and black, why you chose to make a comparison between shells and laughter. I really like, by the way, the idea of something like loving thoughts as sharp and jagged. Something that is enough to cut through misery.
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