A White-Washed Tomb Poem by Christopher Kirchner
A White-Washed Tomb
Bitterness and anger- I can't live like this-
Spitting words at each other, barbs that don't miss.
Hateful venom spewed out on white walls, now stained
With dark rolling rivers that bleed through new paint
And what is that stench? The smell makes me wretch!
Death and putrescence, it's all that is left
Of our dreams and our laughter- all but forgotten-
Wrenched from our souls, now decaying and rotten.
Excrement smeared on the floors and the mirrors,
Looking for beauty would only bring tears.
Living in depths of disgust and despair,
Ever to question my choice to stay here
Deep feelings of disgust at a period of lowest ebb of marriage, conveyed with clarity of thought and mind. A sad story told in eloquent finesse. Thanks for sharing Christopher and do remain enriched.
hate, bitterness, anger, no happiness.. a reality of life in a marital relationship., very well potrayed. These are facts of life.. that you write my dear poet...... thankyou very much. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 5:50:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fine start with a nice poem, Christopher. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks