Destruction.

The world sells

destruction.

And,

I eat it for breakfast.

My home.

No, not a home.

My house

is too small

to fit in

all my anger

and destruction.

I see it leaking.

Cutting the sunlight

in two.

I sold my soul

to the devil

but, all he gave me

was this graveyard

of memories

that sits on my eyelashes,

instead of the dreams

he promised me.

One night,

I touched the sky

and asked,

“where are all The Good Things

in life”.

The moon placed

its palm

on my heart,

and whispered

here.

here.

here.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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60 thoughts on “Destruction.

  1. Beautiful poem and intense. I can picture your character “eating destruction” feeling blown away and crushed by life. The devil only tricks and lies, does not give good things, only takes your soul. Luckily, the moon reveals where the good should cone from your heart. It can choose what it give out, good or bad. It’s where God lives as well.

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  2. LOVE those last lines,

    “The moon placed
    its palm
    on my heart,
    and whispered
    here.
    here.
    here.”

    And the accompanying photo is poignant. There is a mythic scope and feel to the tone of this piece. Fine work.

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