Stillness

[Nobody of Consequence]

Let the clock stop:

let the water turn red

as the hours run down.

Let the dripping of the tap catch mid-air,

let the steam turn into frozen air.

 

Let the miror crack:

let light slow and thicken

and shatter against the wall.

Let the silence gnaw

on the shadows growing upon the floor.

 

Let the knife keen:

Let the wind howl once,

and vanish upon itself.

Let the skin pucker for a cold kiss goodbye.

Let the lips part for one final sigh.

 

[Beautiful Nightmare]

Wow im no expert at saying things about poems but i really liked your poem and i especially loved the last two lines! Well done!