Begging Doesn't CountA Poem by Anna
Your voice is raw from howling
in empty diner parking lots; under flickering red signs and unfamiliar neon bar lights. You're now dry of any tears; you've filled basins and corner store beers with them; they've left their rosy marks. Your heart has been bleeding into cheap motel bedsheets and pooling cold in your chest; its touch is all you know. But you're still aching heavenward although the twilight sky is dark and there's nothing in it for you; isn't it stupid to think you're important? You're clumsy, clawing your prayers- but you're desperate for something less than Hell inside your face; and mercy is in a long midnight walk- in a glass of bourbon in the static of the TV in the grin of someone gone and all those tainted songs.
© 2020 AnnaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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