The poetry is here if you ever forget the pain
Covered in cobwebs and decaying memories
A severed still beating heart
Beckoning in the distance
For someone or nothing
I see the shallows run deep
And the abyss calls you like an old friend
These words can touch you like I no longer can
When it rains and there is a full moon
I resurrect the dead in a dream of love
But a ghost of residual energy is all that remains
In your bed staring at the ceiling
When the tears will not come
I write what I cannot say
You can always cling to shadows and darkness
To embrace the pain that rules your world
Poisoned poetry is better than silence
Or so I have heard
Words can bleed when all hope has gone dry
Cruelty comes quick like a lover's moan
An orgasmic sigh
In the throes of ecstasy
From a corpse in a box
Broken things remain in the darkness
Buried six feet under yesterday
As the past swallows what could not be
Waiting in solitude for a love gone away
Never to return
But in fractured poetry
After
Goodbye.

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