You
bleed waning passion.
We
watch it escape every crevasse,
Every
pour,
Every
crack in your flesh.
You
grow hope in your garden of denial.
We
watch them bloom into their demise,
As
you have no water to sanctify them.
You
sleep with cozening shadows.
We
watch your every breathe;
With
every inhale you let in your demons,
With
every exhale you sink deeper in your quietus.
You
smile with fear beneath your teeth.
We
watch you force every grin,
As
you lean to kiss your fear instead of me.
You
shuffle off this mortal coil.
We
watch you flee with a bullet,
As
you give up the ghost and set your soul to eternal rest.
You
lay on the lamenting floor.
We stare in dismay at your lifeless body,
I mutter your requiem,
As it shares a melody with the silence.
It is like music, such a beautiful flow!
ReplyDeleteMusic is my life, it has saved my life. So that actually makes me really happy this appears to flow like it! :)
DeleteI love the rhythm in this, too, and the progression of the poem. Your word choices are precise and carry with them a lot of connotaitons. The second stanza is particularly effective.
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