SurrenderA Poem by Jamie WilkinsonA love story.Pupils still dilated with drops of madness and the lingering sting of a rubber tourniquet wound around his left arm, now drooping. He wears tinted shades with specks of gold in places the sun would never brave to see; the softened gleam of street lamps are enough. Flecks of chipped paint cling to sticky skin in a mixture of blighted sweat beads and rot, the remanence of his evening’s residence. When the red hues of morning waking burn he knows to join the night sky in surrender, be it to the dawn or to his dying braincells. © 2015 Jamie Wilkinson |
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Added on June 3, 2015 Last Updated on June 3, 2015 AuthorJamie WilkinsonMontreal, Quebec, CanadaAbout23 year old writer/poet from Montreal, Canada. more..Writing
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