Days of change
The days roll in
Like Santa's elves to the toy shop.
They don't stop.
Salivation drips from the lips
Of the day's maw ----
The wet mouthÂ
Devouring little bits of me too
Slowly so I can't tell
When all of me is consumed.
Likely more than not
I mightn't ever have been that wholeÂ
To begin with.
Probably I leanedÂ
More into being emptiedÂ
So my pale was never full.
The house is a cave I live in
And the days are cruel.
Though the sun is roundÂ
I sleepwalk around.
Exactly when I wake up is when true
Nightmares startÂ
And at the mercy of the world am I.
Now I think the days
Can be kind.
I decide I can even fall between the lids
Of others eyes
Being seen as me
And not being accused of being a liar.
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This is quite complex and to me full of loneliness and despair but also acceptance of that. I understand this.Â
Nothing is expected anymore.
I love these lines
'I decide I can even fall between the lids
Of other's eyes'
Brilliant x
Probably I leanedÂ
More into being emptiedÂ
So my pale was never full.
The house is a cave I live in
And the days are cruel.
Though the sun is round
Wow I've read this poem a few times and I think you have been editing it, it's fabulous I absolutely love the two stanza's I have shown here because of the raw emotions. Wow this is truly spectacular poetry my friend. 🌹 Most humbled to know the writer. (You)
I keep the drafts. Love ya.Â