B rok e n Ma son r y
B rok e n Ma son r y
Not for me another love
like choking fear
It will not budge
I dare not blink
for it now seems
by choosing drink
I dwell in dreams
I grind to bits
my words and teeth
when searching through
my history:
to lift above
what lay beneath
all that broken masonry.
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wO rd s and fo to T o mm y Ca rrol l
Devon Brock
Sun 30th Jun 2019 22:30
Tommy, the interplay of broken homes (relationships) and broken spirit in this works to great effect. Using drink to prop up hopefulness and finding your own "broken bones" is a solid self-reflective trope. Also, the lack of bitterness toward the other(s) in this poem is refreshing.
D