where understanding doesn't ache
where memories no longer burn
and my soul no longer quakes
no evidence that's left
from my beggars whispered pleas
I dreamed it way too late
no escape from the debris
I still can see his face
his words still burn in me
my heart won't cease from breaking
these barbed wire encased schemes
as I turned the other cheek
I just wasn't quick enough
you'd already turned your back
you'd already called my bluff
as I drink the acrid coffee
and the evening bleeds to light
another day dawns empty
after another sleepless night
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
3 comments:
If you do find a place "where memories no longer burn," I hope you'll send the address. I've been searching for it too. This is an outstanding write -- gets right to the heart of it.
Awesome write. Will be reading it again. Especially like the last verse.
elusive sleep, vaporous slumber
whose delirium spell I dare not fall under....
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