death
Grips slowly
A slow whimper of your lover
A deep breath you cover up, that shudders under a cloud of tears
Black eyes that tumble over
The moon in a green acre valley of memory.
Death grips quickly
Hours go by,
In tears of your mother’s embrace,
Years drive away
In a screeching halt of smoking (acrid burnt smoke)hot bleeding metal
That tasted like hot gashed up
Yellow Alkaline.
You were charisma
Mashed up in a machine
A ghost tumbling in a woody, exhausting room,
Peeking through the woodwork
To pay your dues
At the last moment
Whispering for someone
Else irrelevant
To eat the bill.
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Comments (5)
Profound, and Nice writing 😉❤️ 📝
Heartbreaking!!! Well done!!! Left some love 💕💖💖
Very sad , the sacrifice
This made me so emotional 🥺 You always amaze me with your poems!
Again, you keep turning us in unexpected directions, keeping us off balance, wondering what time it is, if time has any meaning at all, as we hold out the hope that someone will ransom our broken hearts, bodies & bones before payment comes due.