Poetry 'n Prose


Last night I saw you again
this happens often
as the years roll on
there’s been no healing
am I living so out of time?

I saw you sitting there
across the road
bottle in front of you
heavy spirit beside you
it looked unnatural; nothing
how I remembered you.

You told me your resolve
to die,
pushing hope aside;
no more standing
for the neon signs
in fluorescent living
that pained your eyes.

You told me you could see
beyond the darkness
was another darkness still;
as I touched your hand
as you, with the other
took another swig.

You wept for our children
each and every one
as we embraced
our last embrace
that stretched out endlessly
into the cold night.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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