Earthenware
THIS VESSEL IS EMPTY
NOT A DROP IS LEFT FOR YOU
YOUR WORDS ARE ACID
TO MY HEART
GRAVEYARD PHILOSOPHY
STRAIGHT FROM THE LIZARD'S MOUTH
CLASSICAL HYPOCRISY
WITH MY GOTHIC REASON
I FOUND YOU
HARSH AND IMPENETREBLE
NOW YOU'VE GONE
AND LEFT ME FOR DEAD
AN IMMOBILE SPIRIT
HARVESTS NOTHING
UNPLUG MY TRAGIC HEART
FEED IT TO THE HUNGRY DOGS
DEAD GRASS, DEAD LOVE
SOMETIMES WE ALL GO NUMB.
RIP J
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
