Matthew Stockman
By
Nicole Surginer
Hollow Eyes
The world is drowning in
Fluoride tainted waters
Poisoned with selfish intent
Seeping unrest through humanity
Toxic potions of shallow vanities
Media fashioned tunnel vision
Complacence clouded eyes
Hollow thoughts, empty hearts
Moths throw themselves
to the maddened flame
Stumbling cluelessly to a tune
Led by pied piper callers
Wolves clothed as sheep
Drawing the flock to the pit
I spit out the venom of treachery
That my sight remain clear
To keep the truths of love
In my unwavering heart
To value human life
Aware it can not be weighed
on a political scale
Lonely Shadows
All is silent now
Alone in dismal dark
The candle burns solemn
Soft flickering light
Casting silhouette shadows
On caliginous walls
Displaying memory of you
Smoke rises in somber air
The scent of jasmine
Your lingering aura
Pervades my frigid blood
My mind races mercilessly
Thoughts echo madly
My tears flood the oceans
As time marches on
Even as the heart resists
Love comes bearing gifts
Filling empty spaces
Lay you bare as she flees
Leaving abyssal trenches
Fragile from wear and tear
Grief tainted heartbeat
Listless tattered heart
Nicole Surginer
Nicole Surginer is a poet from the small town of Bastrop, Texas. She is inspired to write by her love for nature’s enchantment, a fascination with the power of raw, intense emotion and a desire to create beauty with words. She has been published in Tuck Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Indiana Voice Journal with pending publications at Sick Lit Magazine and the Contemporary Poet’s group anthology “Dandelion in a vase of roses”.
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