Monday, March 29, 2010

Weight

The weight of your hope bears down to land
on unworthy, incapable shoulders -
Those shoulders will break -
Break;

Crumble to nothingness, dragging
Your hopes along with them, like
Quicksand.
It repeats, they repeat, it all repeats.

The shoulders are all the same.

Wires

The imaginary lines used to bring:
Roses, stars and stripes
Black and blinding, they outshone
The Real, The Truth and The Light
Somewhere along the sparks and currents,
The roses shed their colours for thorns,
The stars blackened to dust, and the
Stripes broke the wall to disappointment