Monday, April 13, 2015

Those Things I Can’t Tell Myself (a Poem for Day Thirteen of PAD)

The prompt for day thirteen is confession.


Photo by John Nyberg
I'm Just a Brick Wall Now

Those Things I Can’t Tell Myself

I confess. I sometimes visit 
the brick entryway
of our consummation
where hardness became
soft, where grief wrapped
her bony fingers around
your guarantees, where I found
myself, but lost you,
one letter at a time.

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5 comments:

  1. Exceptional! Particularly, the way this poem evolves from the first line to the last...

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  2. This just tears at my heart. Very well done, Mosk

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