STAINED SHIRT

past and future: dual beliefs

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Black rain descends upon my frail shoulders

envelops me in haunting shadows

traps me in a universe of darkness

I turn to drink, whole bottle, sickly

onyx droplets flow from blood red eyes

ghosts of the past and future considerations

obstruct my clear thinking

others share what is to come

I quiver to imagine being alone

 

Already my life seems broken

torn in directions

stress consumes me

it touches every organ

I shall rest my head on a pillow to ease

so many notions at once

two elderly souls with distinct outlooks

on life and  death

pain on the rain-soaked shirt

we keep until

our faces are smothered in ash

Author's Note

photo by occutopia.com
Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I sincerely hope this one is not autobiographical. I mean, whole bottle? I haven't seen words like this since I worked in the Emergency Services Crisis Unit.

[Betty Hermelee]

thank you my friend, i am feeling much better
a bit of an exaggeration…..after all, this is poetry
Happy Holidays🌷🌷🎄