i shot into the dark and killed a man, only now i realize the weight of my actions.

cleaning up,

my final attempt.

my bones making love,

with tile in the kitchen.

ghastardly stumbling.

slipping in my love,

poured on intricate designs.

you cant mop this one up.

the walls shades of brown.

something i could never understand,

something i changed.

maybe it was blue, maybe red.

my ceiling fan, a fondant poke.

spinning and spinning,

the power went out,

a long time ago.

Reviews

[Tumi]

very poignant piece, on reflection of the past
we ought not to give up on love...
the first and second stanza were amazing, my favorite
A very good piece

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think the speaker feels he killed himself a long time ago by giving up on love
giving up on living....emotionally dead.
the heart is the first to go.
j.

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written poem. Loved it's varying color

[Beren]

boy you are just making me so sad... haunted, this is just haunted vibes, its dark and almost real. scary, deep. i can even see the gloomy light from the kitchen, and the half blue darkness from the window. and rusty smell. just go outside in the morning and take a deep breath.
oh and i dont even have to say; you write wonderful as always, hauntedly wonderful...