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Elaine Rochelle Vivo Poem
I write about abandoned homes,
and forgotten souls, and memories
that creep in the darkest corners of my mind;
I write about loneliness,
and broken promises,
and words carved on my skin,
I write about the bloodstains on the snow,
and the remains of a car crash,
and how the wind hums a sad song
I write about the wolf
who cries at night,
howling for the moon’s response,
I write about shattered windows,
about empty halls,
and places with the stench of alcohol and regret
I write about cracks on the walls
and shadows that scare
the hell out of people,
I write about how that boy’s father died,
how his mother left,
and how that girl took her own life.
You see, I write only about tragedies;
don’t make me write about you.
Copyright © Elaine Rochelle Vivo | Year Posted 2015
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Elaine Rochelle Vivo Poem
Your name, I whisper like hushed lullabies
Trying not to notice the crack in my voice
Every time I do so.
I attempt to make lovely things
Out of pain and misery and tragedies
That seethe my insides;
I try not to wake the monster that
Sleeps within my soul
But you have always been a ghost,
And so I turn you into poetry.
Copyright © Elaine Rochelle Vivo | Year Posted 2015
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