Home » Poems » On Losing My Glasses

On Losing My Glasses

Melting walls and floating ground,
the curtains oozing out,
an unfamiliar shade of red.
Covered in a blanket,
bluer than I remember,
I feel the sharp pain,
making funny patterns
in my depressed head.

The unfaithful world
is a blurry mess
without you.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

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

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com 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 )

Google+ photo

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

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: