Last thread
Last dread
One more blow
You can call me dead
Broken hinges
Guilty binges
Drunk on sorrow
On these tattered bridges
Fire and flame
Doubt and shame
My own hands
Causing the pain
Mirror reflection
Self-rejection
I hate what I am
And my bitter infection
Eyes and tears
Heart and fears
Blind as a stone
All these years
There's a fracture in the mud
It's been calling my name
The surprise of red blood
And the release of the rain
I can relate to Midnight Observations. This was my life 40 years ago. You are good, keep on writing. Jim Richardson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful poetry. Keep writing. I loved it -C.Candea