To late she cried

Too late she cried

 

Sitting in Starbucks doorway

After the lights are all turned out

The demons are surly coming

I can hear them scream and shout

 

It is for me the sirens call

Flashing blue and white

Piercing though the darkness

Blindingly bright white

 

Flowing down the sidewalk

My life’s blood ebbs away

In the morning another statistic

Is all the papers will have to say.

 

As customers cross the threshold

Drink coffee, on another bland day.

I'd like an iced latte  please

in a monotoned voice they say

 

As for me, in a stone cold freezer

Still waiting for my Mum I lay

 

She comes and says ‘Good Bye my love’

Sobbing, crying floods of tears

Turns and leaves me one last time

Its only now, she shows she cared.

 

                                                           Po

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The Carbon Quill

Thu 17th Jan 2019 20:38

Love it!

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Hallie Elle

Tue 15th Jan 2019 22:40

Love. Such good work.

Rose.

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lisa donohoe

Tue 15th Jan 2019 20:36

The truth in the sadness is reality for most. It Saddens me to think ' we believe time is on our side and our prioritys are fucked and yet it takes the loss of a loved one to change our ways. I enjoyed this piece po. Another great read , well done 😃

poemagraphic

Tue 15th Jan 2019 19:09

Damon thanks for dropping in.

Po

poemagraphic

Tue 15th Jan 2019 14:59

John thank you for taking time to read and comment old friend.

Po

poemagraphic

Tue 15th Jan 2019 14:54

Do. Thank you for comment and insight to my poem.

I am glad you enjoyed it.

Po

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John Coopey

Tue 15th Jan 2019 14:28

Nice work, Po.

<Deleted User> (21291)

Tue 15th Jan 2019 14:04

Sad!! Truly hurts to the core. I liked the flow and the eerie feeling of something unseen. Felt a chill as if someone just dropped in.
Your poems lev sm diffrnt feeling ......👍

poemagraphic

Tue 15th Jan 2019 13:39

The Coen Brothers Big Guy what a pair!

Thanks you for your comments... off to find the film!

Po

Big Sal

Tue 15th Jan 2019 13:16

I urge you to watch “The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs” by the Coen Brothers.


The entire last vignette is an analogy for death, but it is so blatantly done that it comes across as morbidly artistic. If a set of words can provoke such a reaction, then there is something stirring in such goo.


You set the scene with this one.👊🏽

poemagraphic

Tue 15th Jan 2019 13:08

Thanks for dropping in Vautaw.

poemagraphic

Tue 15th Jan 2019 11:03

Thank for commenting Jon

It evolved from the first line
This is not what I thought I was going to write.

After the second verse I began to cry knowing only then, where the end would take me.

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Jon Stainsby

Tue 15th Jan 2019 09:54

This is so tragic. 😢

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