It is so… I mean,
How unbearable the rake of longing
while the agony from riding this carriage
stalls to meet the unknown...
a finality abrupt, robbed by the coma
of time when his laughter suddenly breaks:
I offer my tears to a dimming moon
and hum myself to sleep.
Pre-written 3/2/2019
Applicable Not Applicable Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux Re-post 5/17/2019
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This poem expresses something terribly real
without being mundane. The subtlety of its tone
dramatizes the pain of death, hence, the reader
totally connects with the artist's deep emotions
in a gentle yet aching way.
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