Splinter My Sides Poem by Neil Solan

Splinter My Sides



Red, red wine
Splintered my sides
Some years ago.
When hope was beautiful / possible.
When my trees of potential were so fruitful.
Before I felt the stone-cold hand
Of reality
Tap me on the shoulder.
There is no sweet solution.

Explosions of comforting words
Do little to extract this pain
When they fall upon deaf ears.

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