New Poetry Wednesday – The Vice Table

The Vice Table

Sat at the table
Began to weep
At the sights
It showed onto me
All my vices laid
Out on display
Charred butterflies pinned
Began to weep in why
Had I brought myself
To this new low
Breaking point I fashion
From my own pained heart
Sat at the table
Began to weep
At the sights
It showed onto me
All my vices laid
Out on display
My darkest days I
Have to alter
To fight and survive
Beyond the table

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