no. 6

no. 6

A Poem by Sara Mima

You've been giving your condolences To the people that you let down


And I couldn't help but notice

The moon in your eyes as you shiver; look up

And I pause for a moment

You've been giving your condolences

To the people that you let down


I asked the man that saved you

If I could find you around town

And he replies to me,

"That same young man hasn't been around much anymore."


Hm. Hmm. Hmm.


Soundlessly, I'll go home.

Y'know, the place you used to know.

Where you'd hang your hat in your genteel air

Though, you've these alleys and cabins

And these dirty gloves made of satin

You haven't any time, but you're alone


I've seen the ring they gave you, I hope they've been treating you well

And the bible they saved you, I hope it's been serving you well

And this prince they've made you, I hope you can hardly tell

And the bars they take you, I hope you drink yourself to Hell.

© 2012 Sara Mima

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Added on April 20, 2012
Last Updated on April 20, 2012
Tags: six, girl, boy, regret, friend, loss, love, death, grief, life, live, man, black, white, grey, gray, haze, Hell, Heaven


Sara Mima
Sara Mima

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