Failure Poem by Ian Keenan
Failure
I could not speak,
Your face
A small child's
In the death of anguish;
Heaving tears and staring
Into oblivion,
Twisting fingers
To every distracting device,
Burying your dead
In clutches.
Abject at your choking
Desolation
I withdrew, .
Trapped,
Watching to be seen again,
Waiting for your return,
Intentions
Sticking
In my throat,
Your rawness
Echoing
My abuse.
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