Damaged Urn

vase

The vase is filled with emptiness

Its enchanting allure concealed with dust

This damaged urn; useless

That once stood out the brightest

Chipped off insides, no exterior mark

A certain disfigured, apparent spark

That’s how things perish, that’s how it embarks

Pay attention to what’s vitiated, pay attention to its arc

Musky corner; its endless bide

Repair it with love, don’t throw it aside

Your presumption; unjustified

Have flowers ever grown when fertilized with cyanide?

Absurd quandary

absurd
You broke the locks that kept me chained

All this time, these doors were keeping me sane

Now I witness before
me, all the colors have changed

Every piece, every puzzle is deranged

Every instinct, sensation is out of place

Every eye that’s on me, filled with disgrace

I wonder if it’s easier to just mend the locks

Or is it time to elude these blocks?