Father
He stands
cursed
at the end
of the bed
drawn out
by the light
only clear
in his eyes
which show
intent
still the fear
holds close
no air
no light
rush of the brain
dive into
the cruelty
OCD
Don't promise
what is left
unsaid
these whispers
in drawn corners
strangled by
deep dark wood
long hallways
and distant clouds
focus
there is no
stopping force
accept yourself
Strip
Go limb by limb
broken back words - paused
Bus
Hide inside
the blossom
beneath the wings
of the fallen
beast
clean cut ribs
torn from
the heart
how we beg
for the end
to come
and the silence
to recognize
us
tip the keys
and level
the house
Perfect
There is
no door
only a window
which plays
piano
and sings songs
in low decibels
there is no surface
only imagination
which floods
down walls
of backwards stairs
and pulls apart
buildings
in the deepest sleep
of time
Royal
I tap
at the keys
as they speak
dark grey
and silver
I carry you
without a proper
case
I will not
desert you
you have been
and will be
a faithful companion
a true blue
friend
when tears have taken over
and the sun - seems oh so far away.
Search
The pores
of the floodlights
drift melancholy
over waves
of restless speaking
cool hands
comfort the weak
in a rise
to glory
where many
run away
by and by
back to the end
where there
are no more questions
only the thin lips
of all the answers in the world.
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