Solemn

The Solemner

I saw you on the train that morning.

You looked so misshapen,

With your superfluous lower lip protruding,

Like the petal of a rose,

Damaged by morning dew.


Your eyes wondered,

Like glass marbles, pouring

Distain into all you knew.


Like a diamond in the rough,

You were there among the grey,

Shaped into nothing but Solemness.


A Solemner.


Lost in the morning,

Of heavy tides and and matchstick lives,

Disappearing completely.


Those eyes, those cheeks,

That imploring gaze,

Made me no Solemner

Then a man could be.


Such beauty,

Pittance,

Wasted through the day,

As it seeps through the drain,

Like water.

Down it falls,

Never to be seen again.


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