I awake,
Dreams burdened with your eyes.
A recollection of temperance
From a soul as empty
as the spirits in a glass.
My mind remains heavily weighted,
with unfair remnants
of celestial lies.
Cold,
Creeping,
Despair.
"He would have been a boy",
She said…
I sometimes wish
I was a glass.
It's easier to break without a soul.
Copyright (C) David DeSantis
This is so deep, it reminds us all of how fragile we are, I wish sometimes that our hearts were wrapped in bubble wrap.. I hope yours will be looked after, and treated with the respect it's deserves. best wish you you bro...another fine write by Mr Desantis..keep it going Jon
I sometimes wish I was a glass. It’s easier to break without a soul...Wow, this lines are crystal clear and beautiful! ! No comment.
I sometimes wish I was a glass. It’s easier to break without a soul. WOW It's Really Really Deep..and the words are sooo Wonderful Thx alot for sharing
Mister DeSantis? 'Isolation at Sunrise' is to 'classic' as crystal is to glass. What a wonderful piece of art this is. I enjoyed reading this. The style, subject matter and your 'touch' has produced a 'memory'. You have captured the essence of a craftsman's skill....and 'delivered' an awesome 'work'! Beautiful.
Masterly done. I really like the following: Dreams burdened with your eyes, a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass, and unfair remnants of celestial lies. You used common images but not in a trite way.
This is simply amazing. Stunning piece you have here. Awe-inspiring. Five thumbs up and two stars.
I sometimes wish I was a glass. It’s easier to break without a soul these lines are a masterpiece...
This is an amazing poem 'From a soul as empty as the spirits in a glass' then followed by 'I sometimes wish I was a glass...' Nice work. But shouldnt it be I wish I WERE a glass? Your images are honed in, not overdone and you have caught the feeling in just a few words, as every poet should do. Raynette
Strange how an empty glass of alochol can make things so much heavier. It was frustrated and deep blue. Keep writing, Delilah
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this poem. its really sad, but very good. good job.