You Look Like You Lost Yr Bestfriend of Something
what they all say
in passing
I'm withered, dry and dripping
with emotion
from this fasting
throwing weight around, I flail
along muddy ground
senses numb before
awakened from the storm
midnight passing into dew
to finally understand anew,
the daylight from the dark
my love snuffed out
before a spark
of incandescent sunlight
on my shoulders straight
the way we know that all in life
is realized by fate...
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment