John Birkbeck Poet Blank verse

End of Summer

Love leaks away 
into a bitter rivulet 
of burnt passion, 
and you're gone. 

Red mist lifts 
from the barren, 
spent landscape 
and I'm still here. 

You left me in 
the debris of 
my ruined city, 
and flew away. 

You'll rend yet another 
unknown horizon, 
to yet another shipwreck, 
as yet unknown. 

My sour bulk stirs 
in the tepid morning 
and I make ready 
for further day. 

Had only you left, laughing, 
my dull sorrow would burn 
into refreshing rage, 
righteous and pure.

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Poet Destroyer A March 28, 2016 at 10:06 PM John Birkbeck, you've expressed yourself well, I like the last line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry when you have time. Love ~LINDA~

Skat A August 11, 2015 at 5:39 PM JOHN, this is a good read, thanks for sharing..... **SKAT**