Mannequin
January 31st, 2007, 04:54 PM
Fervid lights blend into skin
burning down everything within.
Light destroys, heat ends.
We close our eyes to cool our skin.
Weeks become months--
months become years.
Nonsense provokes reaction,
reaction-led tears.
Ominous night lights pass
Railroad darkness sets in.
You look into the night--
the skylights are there again.
The whole poem is actually a metaphor for someone that I love. They serve as the skylights ; always there, yet always virtually curbstomping my heart.
burning down everything within.
Light destroys, heat ends.
We close our eyes to cool our skin.
Weeks become months--
months become years.
Nonsense provokes reaction,
reaction-led tears.
Ominous night lights pass
Railroad darkness sets in.
You look into the night--
the skylights are there again.
The whole poem is actually a metaphor for someone that I love. They serve as the skylights ; always there, yet always virtually curbstomping my heart.