Nothing
there was nothing there
at the end of the path
at the end of the rainbow life
desolate landscape
and the crows forever
and the taste of emptiness
life sliced and raw dripping acid
life in cracked layers leaking blood
alleys of sick old men in the windows
I have a huge pile of it
rotten dislikes
apathy agonizing within the eyes
a cancer in the soul
and a wardrobe full
of sarcastic old selves
and then at the end of the ordeal
on the final curve of the via crucis
time is drunk and laughing
with hands full of fingers
hanging my destiny
spewing slippery words
with a voice that closes doors
and turn off the light
(but my heart is a cloud
he sheds tears on the world
reabsorbs the good and bad of everything
then reborn strengthened
of every death he faces)
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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