Friday, 14 June 2019
Burnout
Another day... or night?
Sun burns... or moon?
Hard to tell. Blinds closed.
Bottle to lips. Throat burns.
Cigarette to lips. Lungs burn.
Ash falls to carpet.
Vehicle goes by. Time goes by.
Dead TV. No power. No energy.
Bottle to lips. Cigarette to lips.
Needle to arm. Veins burn.
Rat slithers past. Time slithers past.
Bottle to lips. Cigarette to lips.
Pills to mouth. Tongue burns.
Thoughts of you. Heart burns.
Picture of you. Eyes burn.
Bottle to lips. Cigarette to lips. Needle to arm. Pills to mouth.
Moth flies by. Time flies by.
Empty bottle. Empty pack. Empty needle. Empty pill box.
Empty life.
Sleep. Dreams burn.
Wake. Soul burns.
Love burns. Hate burns.
That's all there is.
Without you.
©2019 Stephen. J. Green.
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Oooh, this is really cool! I really like the progression in it, Steve. Super symbolic and hard-hitting.
ReplyDeleteHiya Cindy, and thank you for the lovely comment.
DeleteI did wonder about this piece, it is a little on the dark side though, isn't it?
(Not a reflection of my state of mind at the time of writing I'm glad to say, lol)