Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: The Square Footage of Loss Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Wednesday 9/02/2020 12:00:00 AM

 when we were lost we never knew it.  

time's soft ladders. swallowing our steps. memory's melting ceilings. devouring our progress. and hope's empty boxes. desperate for something to save. 

we know nothing and everything. a virus of touch arranging the dominoes intimacy collects. 

intricate patterns. the gorgeous crescendo of collapse. 

the pencil point breaks. the naked ignores. we count the colors. hungry for reason. 

the paper dolls dance. as the wind from the storm yawns. 

all the little lies accumulate. 

until the truth becomes a stranger. 

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