The Last Poem

Really though

I’m broke as a broker who backed broke stocks

I’m broke as the water of a new mother.

I’m broke as a jester who knows no jokes

You and I, we broke one another.

 

My heart is in pieces like the words in my poems

My heart will never know what peace is, like a general’s son.

My heart is in pieces, like the remains of a bomb

My heart’s in the stars, like the constellation.

 

Yours is the name that’s sweetest on my tongue

Yours is the loveliest, most beautiful name.

Yours; the name that reminds me what it means to be young

Yours is the name I will never name again.

 

This is the last poem, the last page I will waste

This is the last poem - I shall tear it in two.

The last poem in my mouth, to wash out the taste:

The last poem, the last poem, that I shall write about you.

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you WC! It's time to move though.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope you keep the site open. Good place to store your words and connect with people who love the story and poetry. Writing is hard work. I been on the internet for 12 years. I have connected and learn from other writers. Good luck and be careful.
Coyote

[Alvin L. Kathembe]

Thank you! And God bless

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Bryan Micheni]

this is a great piece. a nice allegory of sorts. good work