Monday Poem by Aron Heroux
Monday
Ink flows thick as blood
as words smear together
Wasted breath, empty words
and how's the weather
Burning passion battles
against petty sentiment
Questions aimed above
answered by slow lament
Separated by a chasm
dark and deep
Holding lonely secrets
that lonely hearts keep
I shout out into the darkness
and listen for a sound
I wait for an echo
but no one is around
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/25/2024 8:16:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great read there....I VOTED 10- and if i could, i would have voted 10 for each words that echo in my heart as i was reading this poem- but i voted 10 in total...for how this piece sent me the echo of pain. Thanks