Pockets full of nothing

An icy dagger through a bird’s beak
Betrayal working its magic
Swallowing the sun

Who would’ve known
That awareness would hide behind the unseen
The rest, punctured, cuddled up in a heap

I know it means a lot to you
Your input in every move there is to freeze
Cracked ribs, broken knees

Jambled up within tragedy
I find the paper plane return to its station
Fingers painted with stains, ablaze

I don’t get how, the swinging chair lost its friction
Over slippery floors, worked up boards
And you thought you outsmarted the rest on chess, them being color blind, you unable to perceive sight

By betting it all, becoming a millionaire
Hands nothing but strangers, to pockets full of nothing
   A peacemaker starting a riot

Dust in my eyes
Louder than words, an epiphany
Stoning my demons to death

Advertisements

Published by

S.K.

This right here, keeps me sane. You will find here, sincere thoughts mixed up with a subconscious trying to fuck it all up. I hope you understand.

6 thoughts on “Pockets full of nothing”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s