INSTRUMENTS

Find a scale to measure the depth

of my loneliness

A calendar to record

the graph of empty years

A telescope to near my dreams

An amusement park to store your games

Your ears to hear my  feeble heart beats

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5 thoughts on “INSTRUMENTS

  1. the most painful hurts are the ones we can’t measure. i like the amusement park metaphor. Shakespeare does write “like flies to want on boys, so are we to gods – they kill us for game” brilliant post.

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