Gone...

Gone...

A Poem by Kyle Francisco

Blow my brains across the floor
nothing matters anymore
so many knocks at my door
I've been dealt this hand before
my sun sets
filled with regrets
this is what is best
blank stare
nothing there
not a care
on tempest wings
I end these things
reach into my pocket
familiarity here
presence near
across the ledge
I find a pledge
I am here...

© 2008 Kyle Francisco


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I love the way you pulled the reader right in with that first line - "Blow my brains across the floor"
Also the shortness of the lines adds to the feeling of flighty, unreasoning thoughts. Thoughts of someone feeling so incredibly low. Nice Job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great poem
with a nice flow
i can picture myself
in the same state of mind when i read it.

Thanks for sharing

Best wishes

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 14, 2008