this empty room
By Taunting The Reaper
this room is empty tonight
and I sit here scowling into the dark
on better days I refrain from noticing
today I have nothing between these walls
so I spew out the bloody ashes
lingering in the wooden corpse
I'm currently residing in
this theatrical innuendo dots my thoughts
with the only whisper of grace I'm sure to find
how else does a beggar kiss the time away?
it isn't as though I haven't rummaged my thoughts
for that smoky cure
that's sure to waft right through the room
without a glance in my direction
I want to be the owl that dreams of being a star
peering into the night with impossible determination
and although I hear a mad wind howling at my feathers
I stay the course defiantly
sipping the fierce red wine of triumph when I finally
fall asleep
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Copyright 2012 A Better Way To Die
Published on Wednesday, January 11, 2012.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Saturday, January 14, 2012, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
...this really drenches the reader with a forlorn feeling...
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On Thursday, January 12, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Red wine is primo and the wise owl knows, this was great, thanks!
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On Thursday, January 12, 2012, haunted
(849) wrote:
what an excellent poem, i connected with this. kick ass write on!