Desperate Poem by Maya Hanson

Desperate



Drowning in empty rooms
pulling at nonexistent
strings hanging from my clothes

Ripples in the sea of calmness
around me, even
when everyone's sleeping

Desperate,
I sneak out to meet the madman,
pick the slivers from the sky
and gift them in a basket to him

I shouldn't have been hopeful
Grinning, he pours nothingness
right into my hands.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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