Resonance..

A poem I found quite a while ago. It held meaning to it then, just as it does now. But naturally, different circumstances, difference experiences mean I read it quite differently now...

You’ve got cobwebs on the brain

and dust on your piano keys

but you used to play so sweetly.

Chipped-toothed and ragged,

full of regrets

and half formed romances;

got distracted too easily

by a misplaced smile.

I’m never alone now -

even the strangers know me.

They look at my eyes

and it’s far deeper

than even God looked. 

No secrets are sacred,

no whispers unheard.

If I’m easily disguised

it’s because I’m parading

under false pretenses. 

You might spit in my eyes

if only to heal me

but the blindness is nothing

when you’re deaf and dumb.

I’m twisting these metaphors

into tightly woven baskets

that you can lose a soul in. 

We’re ticking,

I’m clockwork.

Easily combustible,

sometimes self destructible,

and always too susceptible.

- Sarah Stuparits