Opus
I destroyed a lot of me
(I think you must have destroyed it too),
not being exactly who I'm supposed to be
simulating strength and walking barefoot
over coals for so long.
Guess the stores never sold
what i really needed.
I keep thinking about these confusing years
and when I touched the essence of truth,
pretending so,
that you were exactly what I expected,
or saying without conviction that no,
do not worry, I'm fine,
but inside committing crimes against you,
to calm the nausea that the words brought.
We always end up taking one more sip,
exceeding unsafe speeds.
what did we mean
when we crossed the city streets
because of sad phone calls,
trying to save the world
with convenience store chocolates?
I think there were moments
where not even the dogs looked at us with dignity.
There was so much peace and balance to spare
to mix in the mortar
of that world that was formed.
But the chances were fading
like a mistake of nature,
something that forced the most beautiful birds in the universe
to migrate disappointed
and the landscape became this ugly plain,
the pieces of days scattered across the floor,
torn papers,
hiccups,
old people coughing in corners,
muttering something about the past,
muttering something about life,
about Us.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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