Haze

by Skyfire   Aug 22, 2020


Your memory feels like
fog with no lighthouse
no stars
no soft slice of
dawn.

I try to
create my own
pinprick
of relief -
steeping my wounds
in red leaves
and earth,
waiting.

Your bloom
disintegrates
into my veins
into my tongue and
across my vision -
mutely, I sob
at your
loss.

I gulp faster
forgetting to breathe
trying to swallow,
drowning myself
in your dregs.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Lost star

    This is a wonderfully written poem, it has a certain rhythm to it that I love, a sad poem but beautifully presented. Loved it!

  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Terribly sad but beautifully written and very accomplished throughout. Your descriptions here are first rate.

    Your bloom
    disintegrates
    into my veins
    into my tongue and
    across my vision -

    ^^

    Excellent stuff.

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