Crawl On Broken Glass

Feel like I’m dead again
Because you hide again;
Why did I ever fucking care?
I knew you wouldn’t meet me there,
It’s cold loneliness unadulterated,
It’s a social winter freeze,
It’s a piss on a dirty abandoned street
Trash-littered and insane blizzard,
Rats eating a dead man’s fingers
In some forgotten snow-alley,
It’s being alone with no solutions,
Head crammed mindless confusion
Gazing with hatred into mirrors
Resolute with disgust,
A paranoid heart beating
A rhythm of fear and distrust,
I know the soulless human being
And the laughing jackal,
I told you there was nothing
I was after but a trivial smile
To guide me through the gloom,
But you’ll never enter this room,
And I don’t care, I don’t care,
I don’t fucking care,
I’d crawl on broken glass
If I just didn’t care!

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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