Written by mike ennenbach

poets are empty spots where real people see wonder in the hazy nothing

it isn’t
suicide
it is just that
all the things
i love
are killing me
incrementally
these poets
with their pretty
words
that make me
wonder
if more than
a handful
ever felt anything
at all
that wasn’t
a goddamned metaphor
or buried
so deeply
that it became
an echo of
a fractured
nothing
i keep seeking
the beauty
in the ugly
spread across
a thousand
accusing stares
as the blood
drips down
the smashed mirrors
that only
reflect
the emptiness
that feels
more real
than any
fucking stanza
or half baked line

4 thoughts on “poets are empty spots where real people see wonder in the hazy nothing”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s