Farewell, Thee

Farewell, Thee…

 

It will be a long time passed,

Afore the mention of a new.

Grasshoppers,

Dead…

worn, chipped cement…

and the stale scent of faded skunk.

Why these things should become heavily familiar

when the veins of love bleed dry the cistern.

 

To this,

I bid adieu.

Reviews

[Judy Emery/ Lilly Emery]

You have a deep imagination,Your words say it all.

[Seriana]

Thank you so much Lilly. I appreciate your thoughts so much. :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

No holding back in this poem, straight for the heartache jugular.
Nice one.

[Seriana]

Thank you Dale. You got it. Jugular. I had all these thoughts and only a few came out and just ended. Sometimes short is better, no? Thank you for the review.