Finished
July 20, 2021
Broken sphere
Down and down
Lost the pier
Footing’s underwater
Home and city crumbled
Hope has gone to slaughter
The roots have all come loose
My beacons have fallen
The moon’s become a noose
Ruined plans dropped in a moody pit
Cover my eyes and lungs with the dirt
Don’t want to see or breathe, let me quit
You’ve broken my flight, I’ve lost the air
Mishapen umbrellas float downstream
Dreams and paradigms choke in despair
Don’t bother now to waste a reply
Heart’s violins cry a wiry tune
All that remains to say is “goodbye”
A 3-6-9 Poem Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Christy Myers | Year Posted 2021
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