Stained Glass

Upright pylons rusted
prevent  the necessary  
touching of the sky
where sorrowful whispers  
disguised as glue  
creep  through cracked bones  
mending the pain of lost joy.
 
Tattered remnants  of lack  
awaken to hold confines  
at the bottom of a destructive  
 ego pleasing cage , crowded  
with littered  words that spill  
from a frayed  mouth  
 Shredded edges, sewn  
together like stained glass  
from hells chapel  
A modernistic work of art
 
Heavy tears stringent , coats  
the eyes  irritating lids
leaving behind  bloodshot veins  that hang from sockets,  
dangle,touching parched  
cheeks in need of  
moisture  
 
Lick me where I need it most  
You never...did.