Melted Rocks
Date: Sunday, 18th June 2017 @ 01:12:24 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: invierno
I saw my life,
after a time, as a polished piece of glass.
So many years toiling with towel
and rub;
Graining away a childhood
of rape, death and cockroaches;
a thousand rubs until smooth
as a windless summer pond,
the years sold, and I bought,
I looked at my fabrication and even believed
the land I rolled in was sweet and free.
Drugs and alcohol make terrific rags,
wonderful polishes.
But take them away,
and the glass is seen for what it is;
melted bits of larger rocks
beaten by time and man into something it is not.
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