***Going through some old poetry of mine and thought this was worth the share.***
With goosebump eggs laying in the grass,
You never gave me anything besides pain encased in broken glass.
Lucky strikes of lightning crossed our paths,
Forced yourself to make those tired eyes laugh.
We stitched together our broken hearts so many times now.
With our childhood wounds, we battled it out till we were nothing but dead in the ground.
A cold empty glare,
You really were never there.
All that pain of mine has turned into a figment of your imagination.
I hope this gives you some form of explaination.
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The Burnout Train
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for April 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (April 2024 – Gerrie Paino's “Night Train”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC24Apr.jpg?ssl=1
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Comments (4)
Hope you are able to stitch the relationship, too somehow...
This was deep and very beautiful to read <3
Pain encased in a broken glass. I really loved that line. Your poem was so poignant. I'm so glad you shared it!
Fantastic poem!