A quarry with blue water behind your grandparents.
Jagged thoughts vanish, transparent.
Mamas and the papas, leaves in the air, burning photographs.
The strangest fantasy of you writing my epitaph.
Please, don’t forget your autograph.
Emptiness doesn’t go away. It just is filled.
Through drinks and smoke to make our minds sit still.
I see your face in every bombfire, every snowflake, in all the leaves raked.
After all this time I know it well.
I’ve got this sick secret with no one to tell.
You’re waiting at the gallows while I’ve already hurried into hell.
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Absolutely amazing poem. Really powerful!
Hey there! Your poem has been chosen as the featured poem of the day on Noahwriting’s socials. If you would like any of your handles plugged, let me know and I can add them!
Don’t know how to contact you other than through this reply. Unsure what you mean by “handles plugged in.”
That’s great news. Glad to hear it.
Cheers mate!
Hey cellardoor, she means, do you want her to tag your twitter, facebook, instagram profiles into her posts.
Sorry, LindsayB is right, I meant your accounts on social media sites.
Oh, I see.
No thank you. I enjoy the anonymity. It’s a fresh breath of autonomy.
Cheers!