Torn to pieces by roses
of moments that refuse to die,
he collides
into the cracked logic of madness.
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Torn to pieces by roses
of moments that refuse to die,
he collides
into the cracked logic of madness.
AVP
He stands between two shadows
whose voices don’t use words,
but throw grief like glitter
in the attic of insanity.
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His itinerant footprints in the sand
were swept away long before
he could even turn his head to look at them.
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These hands
that build tomorrows bridge
from clutter and chaos,
is a dangerous brokeness to cross.
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He held his art to feel less alone,
yet his tears still tasted the same.
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When courage wasn’t home.
he walked back down to the crooked tree
where light bows down to the night
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Tripping over broken halos
he realized he was not alone
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Time in yesterday’s space
reopens the healing heart today.
An empty heart
leaves room to fill.
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It took another beautifully broken soul
to understand him.
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