My Hungry Blood

I have a few dead candles

and a pair of sad socks left.

You left me an imaginary morning

without admission.

My hungry blood turns to

dawn, it becomes the last star

to be late for its own death.

Another unsent farewell letter

has been hidden in a drawer,

right next to unused remorse.

The wall above our hearts

grows taller.

Come on, it's time to forget

the present.

I would like to believe in your cry,

in your prayers without an addressee.

Don't lie to your soul,

your smile, your tears.

Since you shattered my myth

of tomorrow, since pain has become

a humble memory,

let's learn modern prayer.

Don't pretend to smile, wait for it

to be yours.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was beautifully wrought with a mesmerizing ribbon of sorrow winding through it. The nuance and the atmosphere throughout is deliciously descriptive with the pain of resignation and the sadness of dying expectation. This is quite an excellent bit of poetry. I enjoyed. F.

[Betty Hermelee]

forget the letters, and the present, let's remember when life was good for us. Now there's no truth, a jumble of lies. Are you really crying or is this a fake? Don't lie anymore as you have vreated enough pain for me; Don't pretend anymore, try to be YOU.
A very honest and well written poem.
Best, B.

[M. J. Smith]

Don't pretend to smile. Wait for it to yours...
How many hide their souls behind false smiles? You are brave to put your heart out there. Nicely done.