Epitaphs Of Shrapnel Poem by Kevin Patrick

Epitaphs Of Shrapnel



Sometimes
I pick up the pieces of my broken heart
and sharpen them into weapons
aiming with careful precision
into the pungent cavities
of preying paramours
that way
I leave piece of myself
With jag epitaphs of shrapnel
into delicate grains of your marrow
it's my just consolation prize,
A little something to
Remember me by

Saturday, May 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 25 May 2019

A little something remembered in love has great value in life and you have expressed your thought with care and beauty. Anything written in memory of a person or friend has great worth. This poem is an excellent poem very nicely penned that makes a reader very emotional...10

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Magnificent 25 May 2019

Well penned dear friend.

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