It’s difficult to tell
If my sanity is sane
If it’s mended together by delicate strings of love
Or unbreakable tethers of hate
More to the love than the latter
For it seems broken, shattered even
The sight of a single ray of light
Upon the perfect features set upon a pedestal
That I make for you
With my tears that have been ripped
From my eyes by mere thoughts
Of your passing glance
Seems to pull at those strings
Of the spider web
Therefore
Can it not be made from hate?
About the Creator
Sylvia Bones
An artist of many forms, writing is one of my favorite expressions.
I have been in the process of writing a series of books for the past decade, and during my down time, I love to express myself thru poetry. Here are some iterations, enjoy!
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