An Unspoken GoodbyeA Poem by Marie Anzalone
written for a contest
If objects had the power
to record memories
of what has passed them by;
inside this doorknob
a glance of eyes cut with shame,
a hand, gripped tightly,
and a sense of dread, knowing
what is gone, is lost.
It would give you insight, too:
unmade for weeks, while its owner
tossed and cried
and smell the scent of madness,
there was no way out;
and that the lingering hatred
could never be reconciled
by a maligned
© 2010 Marie Anzalone
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on November 14, 2010
Last Updated on December 19, 2010
Xela, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
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