Left

Left, alone with the heckles I lie
unordinary daydream gone awry 
dumped and dented while putrid
painted gardens lost sight  me,
just south of nothing  this night

Gone, the nerve of ending it all
flash~back hear blackbird's call
writing drips as crimson bleeds
hearts stop to take in the scene
pages tossed in a failing breeze

Left, alone with the heckles I lie
just right of the truth dancing off
yellow tongues of political prose
smelling like a rose, I do suppose
all is known as hatred slowly grows
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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U.D Palawon  Avatar
June 25, 2017 at 10:44 AM
It reminds me of my state of mind when I wrote "Recomforted" but there's always a silver lining to a crowd...You expressed the pain so well (tho. I like poems not to be linked to poet's life) Well done!
White Avatar
June 23, 2017 at 12:53 AM
Wow, angry indseed, I read the comments below, but I have no clue what it's all about, it works so differently here...
Muideen Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 5:32 PM
Hum.....! They are spoiling things with sweet mouth.
Smith Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 5:34 PM
Yes they are
Turner Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 5:31 PM
I like the way it's written, so nebulous. I wish I could write like you. Mine is always so vanilla. As far as politics, I'd rather wrestle a bear..
Smith Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 5:34 PM
I'll bring the beer for afterwards...lol
Green Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 4:46 PM
This sounds angry. Well written but angry.
Green Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 5:01 PM
I can understand...damn politicians. I guess the Dem speaker had to get out and stop Trump from doing something, that's all they are good for.
Smith Avatar
June 22, 2017 at 4:54 PM
Yes, Illinois politics inspired. No budget for 2 years now. They called a special session today to work on it and the Dem speaker called the meeting after 7 and 1/2 mins ...cost tax payers $50,000 and still no budget.
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