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the void
by Bradd HowardI'm thinking of your void
de-void of any human-like qualities at all
A big gaping hole with legs protruding.
A messy black blob of nothingness...
this is what I see when I look at you.
a blackening bruise, a dilating pupil, the middle of a zero.
a messy black blob of nothingness
it's good to know when to repeat things and when to end them.
do I need to repeat that?
I look at you and I see the ache in mistake
I look at me and I see the missed
Missed-ache
Bruises will yellow and heal, cracks can be filled with putty
but a chasm, an abyss, a bottom-less well...
what do you do with that?
What do you do with an ink stained page?
or a tearless goodbye? 04/21/2005 Author's Note: bad break-up... as if you couldn't tell
Posted on 04/21/2005
Copyright © 2026 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 04/22/05 at 02:31 PM Bad break-up? Yes, I can most definitely tell. However, you've used words to combat your pain and I love your language play. ~~ Kyle Anne |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/06/05 at 08:38 PM Ahh yes, bad break-up clear as day...what to do with an "ink-stained page...a chasm, an abyss, a bottom-less well"? - turn it inside out, use it to your advantage, no growth is possible without pain, without struggle...let the dead lay, for the black hole ends here in the NOW of presence. Very clever word plays in this, I'm looking forward to reading more...oh and welcome to pathetic! :-) |
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