there are no dreams
no pie, no sky
no lightning caught
in an amber freeze
+
there are no desires
no aimless paths
as wants and needs
are clearly defined
+
flaccid pacification
no tears will fall
from half lidded eyes
passive tranquilisation
no lips will fill
with venomous lies
empty indignation
and a night bereft
of heart felt cries
forensic sublimation
of moments unguarded
and golden sighs
+
there is no chaos
naturalised calm settles
amid another insignificant
self-made mess
+
there is no pain
not in a physical sense
merely a chemical residue
from another time
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler

Comments (2)
What is reality?!! 😆 great poem
Great poem. Love that last stanza about pain.