Penultimate Act

My smile; a front

with no depth to bestow.

Like a house fully built

but no lights to aglow.

Pulses turned mute

inside a stale château.

Those that ask

where did you go?

I choke, and reply;

I died long ago.

Anna Ward-Gow

Reviews

[Frieda P]

I love this, it's very relatable.

'I died long ago.'

Like a punch.

[@]

What a loss. One so young...

[lee von cleef]

Have to think on this awhile,