A Passing Whisper

A free verse poem.

 

Quickly eroding the insipid edges of his sanity

Slow motion coiling into a downward spiral

A lair of blackened hearts and broken dreams

Where suicidal angels sing a chorus of perdition

And shadows twist and turn beneath the dying light

Here he sits and bleeds for you, you’ll never know

He carves his wrist in perfect form, the shape of hearts

As uncaringly your body writhes in timely mirth to

The mind numbingly repetitive pounding, apertures

Of suffocating daylight and insincere sun burnt eyes

The bright light of rehearsed parts: remembered maps

Blinds him with its iridescent glow, piercing through

His labyrinth home of dark and cold, of falling hard

Into the dirt with broken nails and blood soaked hands

Where only fleeting ghosts will haunt in slow dramatics

And tease him with a passing whisper:

“I love you too”

 

Reviews

[Bud]

Cutting...have a loved one who has had this problem, along with others...we all have our demons. Genuine sentiments felt, here! Great work of art!

[Song of Mercy]

Intense, this one made me think. I love that in poetry, it gives it bones. Thanks for sharing. Barb