Lonely.A Poem by dukovan
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When I whispered to the darkness beyond my porch,
of hidden memories of the day I knew I was talking to your living ghost. Their was this black veil that you would tie around your fingers to not forget every living thing in your life. When I began to die one night at my parents house, I saw clarity in uncertainty and ceased to search and began to see. I would think of fish tales of men setting hooks into waters so tall reeling on salty rope scathing pulpy wood. I thought of the masts that were tattered and salt in their lungs and how they would breathe with the wind Now I'm alone for the first time really Without a woman to keep me warm. I think of noose's tattoos and the moment and whittle away sticks in characters as if to strip away the things I don't see for our futures. I'm left with only you, death , and a knot in my stomach and I swear I'll try again. © 2012 dukovanReviews
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