i am not a masterpiece
most days,
i feel more like a master of pieces
with a crown for disaster
that dismay comes after,
most days,
i feel nothing to say
even my own sorrow
could not find a way
to soften the heaviness
that clings to my throat
i am the keeper of scarcities
that feed themselves
regrets
cracked mirrors can
tell you the rest,
I am not in the mood
to climb over the same fence,
or city on a hill that cannot be hidden
from the light of the world
i am a wordless cross-street
i am a thousand things
i cannot see
you, dancer of the wind
you, dance to beats of hollowness
lies that bring you to the same feat
how can that be?
an absence of life
cannot oversee beauty
to any decree; I plead you
to free me
an ode from me to me
where have I gone wrong in
loving you, tell me?
thank you all for reading! will post more soon. follow @taintedsun on Instagram if you’d like to read more of my thoughts & reflections.
with love, jupiter.
