This place is haunted, I swear
I say with my back turned
To the shadows. There's a hostage
situation developing very quickly.
One mind seized in a hostile takeover.
by rotten, inverted nostalgia.
The kind that delights in reminding you
About who you left behind
There's a mysterious tall be-denimed figure
Hiding in the trees.
A bespectacled angel in a floral dress
Parts the grass in aloof grace
There's a lost soul in the bushes
Smiling shyly from the shadows
With feet that taste of nervous joy
and lips of rose that are desperate to be adored
There's a hazy hologram of silhouettes
Laughing on the horizon
An ancient sunset dichotomy
Years later, I'm still watching.
Still waiting.
YOU ARE READING
Standing in the Shadows of Giants
PoetryMy first attempt at a poetry collection, this is a selection of works that I mainly wrote across the summer of 2010, with some other stuff in there too. Forbidden love, unrequited love, love in general, betrayal, social observation - it's all here t...
