Adrian Dent

Broken Glasses

My noise pisses out on parole
Eyes through broken glasses
Peer at me
They do confuse me.
This hand is mine,
The other is yours
Please don't make it bleed
It is not yet numb.

Grip harder, don't let go of me!
I would get lost without you,
Full stop
I am not secured.
I am a child
With hair in strange places
I cannot take part in all these races.
But know that I can cope with these kinds of changes.

Bomb in the keyhole.
Exposes timeless guarded -complex
Glittering shards of heartache
Shower, and this does appeal me.
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