Aron Heroux Poems

Hollow men with
hollow hearts
chide us with
a mindless script
...

I was someplace that
really don't matter now
You entered my sight and
demolished my world
...

A teardropp explodes
on the cold floor
Warm shrapnel hovers
like a delicate flower
...

Through the glass, snow falls
silently on the city below
Snow falls, but time
-time has stopped long ago
...

It grips me, rips at me
Burns my lungs to breath
But I breath deeper to
feel the sting.
...

Someone accused my love
for you was less than fond,
so in these heart-felt words,
let me respond:
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Lifting over the horizon
the ground shrinks and falls
into a memory, that disappears
into mountains of white, where
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The fumes
of another wasted day
rise and rot
my brain
...

I'm losing myself
in an absurd theater
of my own design
...

Roses scent your memory
masking what I try to forget
my heart swells as I remember
dry rivers flow
...