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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
482
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Broken
I think that it was not you I saw the other night
Arms grotesquely swollen, prone, like two slabs of meat
I think that it was not you struggling to draw breath
Each gust rattling loudly in your sunken chest
I think that it was not you whose hand I clutched so calmly
Even as I was breaking apart inside
I think that your essence, that thing that made you you, had long departed
Your soul sucked out by the endless sickness, and the loneliness
I think that it was not you that I engaged in one sided conversation
Although perhaps some fragment of you remained to hear my declaration of love
I think that you had gone to meet your beloved in a painless place
I think that it is not your physical shell that I mourn
But a heart and soul and person that was always there, through the dark
I know that it is your spirit I mourn
I know that it is you
Arms grotesquely swollen, prone, like two slabs of meat
I think that it was not you struggling to draw breath
Each gust rattling loudly in your sunken chest
I think that it was not you whose hand I clutched so calmly
Even as I was breaking apart inside
I think that your essence, that thing that made you you, had long departed
Your soul sucked out by the endless sickness, and the loneliness
I think that it was not you that I engaged in one sided conversation
Although perhaps some fragment of you remained to hear my declaration of love
I think that you had gone to meet your beloved in a painless place
I think that it is not your physical shell that I mourn
But a heart and soul and person that was always there, through the dark
I know that it is your spirit I mourn
I know that it is you