Nothing Left To Say Poem by Ina SchrodersZeeders
Nothing Left To Say
Words fail me now
They come in drunken processions
stumble over the threshold
and stare at me unwillingly to help out
Their eyes are red and their noses blue
and I won’t bother to sober them up
or put them back on the barstools
when they fall over
I might even kick them instead
Because what is there left to say
So words could be of use?
Either way,
you go or stay,
I lose
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