The Poetry of a Broken Man by Inky-la-reve, literature
Literature
The Poetry of a Broken Man
When other loves have died and are long gone
To heaven, the eye in the hurricane spent
In dim ballrooms dance to clarinet
thin ghosts, old friends, names set
on white tombs, polished stone
When my solitude is pressing, roars
in woven black, with velvet claws
I wrap the clotted darkness 'round
gilt body, falling crockery the sound
of my cruel tongue
Butchery I am, sedated by your lips,
seeking my heart, it's string grips
a devastated soul or is that too cut
out and flung aside, gathering in glut
with conscience, useless
Anger I am, passion forged from ice
splinters, boy of glassy vice
jealousy and obsession held out
to you by