Stabbed--Picture 3
And when soaked with an overpowering
damp of coldness, he wails and asks,
“ what is love when secrets betray the light?
A lonely man seeks some respite
tender yet, still black, so so black--
on to the pavement of anger,
living only to hiss and piss flames
of claw's bitterness, if only to shield
the wretchedness of rejection
again, again---
he slaps a tired wrist on a barb of thorns
--- empty---furious---prickly
stabbing hands on a night without stars.
April 8, 2016
Contest: Images that make you think--# 3
For Silent One
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2016
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