Goodbye voice

Imagine, you had sung

I listen silently, quite numb.

A broken heart fills

the shattered glass

from which I drink a

blessed, but savage wine

that soothes and burns as it

slides down my self-silenced throat.

Nothing more to be uttered,

the end of language,

it only causes fear and pain,

the bile that comes forth

is the nadir of vile,

and my teardrops

turn to a torrent of rain

to disappear into the gutter

and never reappear.

goodbye

◄ Unattainable you

The ledge ►

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 4th Dec 2019 07:12

Thank you so much, Po.

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poemagraphic

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 18:48

Great piece of poetry Jon

I especially like your line..."it only causes fear and pain,

the bile that comes forth is the nadir of vile,"...


From the deepest of lows Jon, comes the highest poetry.

Po

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