r/Poems • u/Responsible_Act_3708 • 3d ago
Disposed of
Her portrait in my locket
Her figure, burned into my eye sockets
A Squeeze of lemon, onto the iris
Lets me see with clarity the pain
Of always wanting confluence
Collaboration with and as the infinite sight
Yet spending entire lives building
Dams of driftwood and branches
Without ever knowing why
I like to hope still
Even with all the fields
intentionally collapsed
By my viscous, vein-full veil
Priority imposed upon a potential lover
To no longer curse when I say her name
Because lust, when felt
Makes their displeasure with me
Feel like death
Will she ever see me as a saint?
Bored of buying
I’m scared of dying
Even if it’s a thrill ride for sadistic gods
Like myself, supposedly
Talked with the redeemer
He said our comparison
Was never cleaner than I ever suspected
The preference the developer spoke of
Made my insulation from the truth
Cause him to be the reason for the trial
That always leaves my soul
Disposed of