The Forsaken Triangle

Scales of skin peel off, falling

Down like sycamore seeds, twirling while they

Lament.

Distraught wings spin, forming

Kaleidoscope patterns yet beauty is

Obscured, shrouded by a layer of denial;

Flaky would be an understatement.

 

A toothless smile digs deep into my

Flesh; leaves nothing but impotent scars of

Futility.

One, Two, Three, Four…

Five Wheels? A Reliant Robin with stabilisers

Without the Fun;

Pathetic would be an understatement.

 

Dangled feet hang precariously,

Engulfed by shoes they test the

Waters.

Recoiling like snapping guitar

Strings they flee for the nearest money

Tree, not to harvest their withering fruits but to shelter;

Uncommitted would be an understatement.

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2 thoughts on “The Forsaken Triangle

  1. The imagery invoked by your word choices is spectacular. I particularly love the line about the the toothless smile biting it when i first read it I chuckled once again at the imagery but on second glance the line gave an almost ‘kick in the shin’ sensation of the strength of the implications. What I’m trying to say is great poem. 🙂

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