Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

So This Is What Has Become Of Us.(Part3) - Poem by Not Long Left

The silence spoke of my crimes-
only the perfectly polished clock made
noise, it was happy with its time.
After the 10th ciggarette the novelty
faded with the smoke clouds.
Everywhere I turned a little of her remained.
The arrangement of the tinned soup,
metal soldiers all in line, holding my attention.
The recent letters marked with the red of
the biro, -I could see her circling them.
Her features cold, but alive.
The garden being the only place she
refused to go, seemed ideal for a place
to spend alone. Even in death she remained.


Comments about So This Is What Has Become Of Us.(Part3) by Not Long Left

  • Linda Hepner (5/9/2006 4:53:00 PM)


    Coldness and stillness come across, but betray a warmth, deeply buried and lonely. (Report) Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoo (4/27/2006 11:37:00 AM)


    vincent, are you sure you did not make up this poem. i could sense the fakeness in it. that is to tell the truth. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 27, 2006



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