A Poem by Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)

For the broken hearts

Trapped inside this dome of glass
I see her face above the rim
Her lips which cover the circled tube
To sip, dry, the remains of my heart

Drowning in this alcohol
The years of memories to forget
And once you drink the bottom’s end
I will remain there still
Lonely and lost within its rill
And in the waste, then toss me out

© 2019 Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)

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Added on September 5, 2019
Last Updated on September 5, 2019


Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)
Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)

Worcester, MA

My writing is strongly based on science, culture, myths and fantasy. I do enjoy poem writing but short stories are my passion, I am developing a few novels as well. I am looking for any critique that .. more..