Just Gone Quiet

A poem dedicated to those that worry they've lost the beauty in themselves, or what was beautiful about themselves

I ain't got a patch on you 

The thoughts in your mind are 

the captivating Koi of the pond,

lit like flaming jewels Ethereal

geisha fins ghoulishly moving

through God's water 

Me, on the other hand... 

I'm the abandoned arcade

of the seaside town where

I grew up Neon, not even 

flickering The smell of stale

piss percolating in the ball

pit All that noise

Just Gone Quiet