Sunday, August 10, 2008

Screaming Inconsolate Dribble

From the outside
Turning in
To something else
Something that was never meant to be
Emotion flies away
Leaving a void
An icy thing
That remembers
But doesn't care
Looking out from behind
A sympathetic face
On which sympathy is wasted
But generously bestowed
Tear it all away
The destroyer.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow, I really like this one. It has a lot of emotion in it. Good work :) You've inspired me to create my own poetry blog.

G.R. Freedman said...

Thanks,
It's good to know that my poetry is inspiring poetry.