The empty glass
Of all the parties you spent,
glassy-eyed and ghostly,
Lost in the orbit of familiar faces,
staring at empty glasses,
Those fixed people circling you,
you feel like its your world,
The bubble view contorted.
Warm coffee and warm hugs embrace you and you know no one had the childhood they wanted,
So maybe you're trusting them a little more,
and making campfires out of flashlights.
You wonder if nihilists pray before they go to sleep, because you,
an atheist do.
You let those sharks drain your white blood,
Into empty glasses,
And take you places they label home,
Worn out luggage, cracked ceilings, white powder on the walls, and a neon sign that says "f*ck you".
So aesthetic!
Jimmi Hendrix playing guitar on the wall,
like paint drying on a piece of toast,
the perfect time to talk about podcasts,
narrated by cats
you drown yourself in every conversation,
Like bees drowing in honey,
the deadliness of sweetness,
the following tootache.
They're not hopeless
They're just coping,
They tell you this a little drunk, in less time than it takes to finish a cigarette.
They take you out in the rain,
and make life feel like a drink,
Pouring out of empty glasses into empty glasses,
You run your fingers over empty glasses,
glasses emptier than yours.
And realise,
EMPTINESS HAS A MEASURE.
About this poem
I wrote this poem about a certain person I liked, a lot in college days. I was so obssessed with that person, I would be so keen to always know what they're upto, who they hangout with and so on, / pure stalker ;) that is another face of love, isn't it? The poem goes over them and I think anyone can relate how their emptyness is like all others and a typical uni life. Hope you enjoy it,,,
Written on September 16, 2023
Submitted by megatron.chetan on October 09, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | XABB CXDDXXCCDBXCX XXBXXAEX EXXXXBBXBX |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,298 |
Words | 259 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 13, 8, 10 |
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