Today it rains harder than before,
raindrops slamming onto the roof of my glass box.
The eyes of the clouds are tired and sore,
I seem to hide the slyness of a fox.
The winds blow ice out there and a raging heart that blazes in crimson like a deadly red haze.
But all I see is a monochrome world lacking colour and I'm forever stuck in this timeless and tiny maze.
My lips are dry but my tongue is drier,
I am voiceless but in the distance I hear a crier.
All I know how to do is curl up inside here,
living with the miserable curse of the seer.
I am deprived of water so every now and then I smash a window open and place my glass cups out.
I collect the raindrops at the expense of a few drops of blood, but I remain silent, I never shout.
I taste even my blood, dip it into the water, dye it red as I have been given the skill of tainting.
On the outside I see aliens I shall never touch, crying, drying, thriving, fainting.
I'm lucky this box is foreign to lightning, I almost got it once or twice.
And I'm lucky I have this much rain water because five cups full will certainly suffice.
Three cups of salt and two of sugar, some from her and some from him.
They make me sick but thirsty for more, they make me full but I'm still thin.
They play the roles of alien storm clouds I'd never be able to touch, out of reach, in the sky.
While I play the role of a malnourished man who is mentally ill and blind,
my sight I fail to find,
but there it is somewhere in the sky that is now dead and dry.
Tired of being disappointed in me,
sick to death of feeding me.
So finally it deprives me,
and I'm left to stay hungry and thirsty.
Now my body rots slowly.
Fruit-flies at my skin like I'm raspberry.
Now it is my turn to be the source, being fed on,
relied upon.
Being eaten, slowly diminished,
soon gone.
Soon I will be littler, an unnoticeable pile, the epitome of none,
but I shall still make up one.
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Shards of Sugar (2022 - 2023) | Poetry
Poetry▫️Words as Sweet as Silver.▫️ This is Eclipse's Third and Latest Poetry Book/Collection. This book is essentially Poetry By Eclipse 3 and is sometimes known as that because it is my third poetry book on Wattpad. ▫️ @DarkenedEclipse739's Poetry Books...
