Poetry Blog by Tom (self)
The whole of life cowers in a shadow
as I sprawl undone on the leather sofa
those lingering promises blown apart
their bloodstained shards
decorate my mind
O beauty, beauty
you'll be the death of me
I say nothing when I hear you speak
I hear nothing but my voice saying
'give yourself to me'
And you can choose not to remember
you can opt not to partake in recollecting
but the guilt...
Wednesday 8th June 2016 10:40 am