Penultimate Act

Penultimate Act

A Poem by Pinkjumpers

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

© 2013 Pinkjumpers


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I love this, it's very relatable.

'I died long ago.'

Like a punch.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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What a loss. One so young...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Have to think on this awhile,

Posted 7 Years Ago



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