Weeping Children (poem)

Ask Tell Deceive's picture

Yellow fingers burning in an ashtray
and charred throats lined with blood

Scars beneath elbows and
people stretching lazily across the couch

dreaming of someplace they wish they can reach
but is far from their reality

smoke drifts through the room
smelling sweet and pure

brilliant minds lost to opium
thoughts once thought are thought no more

nothing exists but this heavenly inferno
of hazy dreams and broken hearts

spilled wine flows drunkenly in rivers along the floor
percolating the wooden boards

Butterflies drift through the room
and spirits fly outside

faint music plays
beautiful voices without harmony sing

foxes run across the floor
seen in the corners of blank eyes

angels play their harps and violins
as their dying children swallow multicolored seeds

hateful liquid replaces blood
and tears flow freely like rain

trapped inside a painful life
these people long for death

and a heaven that seems
never to come

Comments

radiosilence95's picture

Very painful and sorrowful

Very painful and sorrowful to read. I did enjoy reading it though.

Ask Tell Deceive's picture

Very painful and sorrowful

Very painful and sorrowful to write, I'm afraid.