Thursday, 17 August 2017

Foundation: a short poem

We kick sticks, throw bricks
The foundation of us is cracked and worn
Nothing more, nothing more
We are nothing more.

What's in store?
Pull your hands from somewhere deep,
Now they cover up your eyes:
No longer smile, we no longer have to lie.

How are we meant to be?
Tell me more, tell me more
You are broken, we are broken,
We are nothing anymore.

Calm the storm, calm the storm?
Thunder crashes, cliff face worn.
Hold our hands up, face the form:
We can't stay here anymore
We can't stay here anymore.

1 comment:

  1. this was beautiful, i love short poems like this, they always land even heavier in my soul. keep up the good work xx