What you find inside

It’s not like they could tell he’d been crying.
Pomegranate tears had evaporated on his cheeks.
Left to circumstance and suspicion.
The usual vulnerability crept in like the cold.
He’d wanted to disappear.
Pull his bones from this earth and take the plane westward.
But that knowing.
That fundamental chorus of doubt kept him seated.
Wounded and defeated.
The table was set for him and god now.
A devil on his shoulder painting the walls in his mind red.
Each word that drifted from his mouth.
Drew out feathered lines of inquiry and distaste.
In the mouths and minds of others.
With that future transparency, walking away again.
It was like, schoolyard mornings and lost mittens.
Passing cares, wrapped in their own silence.
The truer placed words that smelled ugly.
Circling the whole.
An inevitable destination, posing as something great.
Through distinction and the dying light, he now understands.
He was never greater than.

13 thoughts on “What you find inside

  1. Your stunning poem strongly resonated with my emotions of late, and especially your vivid imagery at the beginning ..
    “It’s not like they could tell he’d been crying.
    Pomegranate tears had evaporated on his cheeks.
    Left to circumstance and suspicion.
    The usual vulnerability crept in like the cold.
    He’d wanted to disappear.
    Pull his bones from this earth and take the plane westward.”

    Like

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