a hollow by Lauren Singeri am swallowing back your misshapen diamonds
clenched between the erosion of your eyelids and
the demands in your teeth.
maybe i am seeing you now, for the first time
as a broken thing.
and maybe you were always this broken.
maybe the softness in you was just clay
and you were hardened, all along between my fingers you were mud
that i tried to possess.
but there was always this uncertainty, this
maybe i will forgo truth didactic
that sank itself right into me each time i left you open-eyed and restless.
it wasn't vulnerability.
it was emptiness.
it was stale and tired nothingness.
you were just mimicking reason and sacrifice,
and i was just going through motions. 02/12/2008 Posted on 02/12/2008 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/12/08 at 01:22 PM A bone deep weariness in this poem...but perhaps, too, some light of truth is seeping in...always masterfully rendered, Lauren, those emotions of yours |
Posted by Christina Bruno on 02/12/08 at 11:39 PM wow. i can really relate to how you are feeling, this is exceptional |
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