In A Sad City
Smart girl living in a sad cityLiked to stay busy writing weather for windows
Reading of tragic moments of lost friends who had lost their way,
On sunset hills where falling sunlight painted impossible shadows
Of memory she loved to sit and read watching the sunset bleed
Into awful tears of night, like satin embers coal stars glowing
She used to turn her temples inside out
Ceiling floors wall to wall, all roads lead somewhere else
This city is like a horribly lovely mirage
Of a damaged pool drowning in broken mirrors
Glass sidewalks echoing slippery missteps
What no one says is really no one talks
About this hideous committee
Smart girl living in a sad city
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-12-19 at 21:37
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