The Taste Of Death Poem by Uriah Hamilton
The Taste Of Death
I have not heard
The melody of morning birds
This entire summer season…
I’m sure they still sing
Delicately at dawn,
But my thoughts are deafening:
I think of your tears
And how we walked away
From each other on a fateful day
Of anger and jealousy,
A day of harsh words
And damnable recriminations!
When you feel hurt
To the empty core of your being,
Forgiveness is impossible
And the loneliness
Is the taste of death.
i hear a lot of female crows of a morning i think there female one cant be too sure these days anyway good poem Warm regards allan
Uriah, Another amazing poem. I know what you mean by not hearing the birds. Sometimes I dont hear or feel anything When Ive seperated with someone.
Hurt is one of the most powerful feelings....but to counter it, love is out there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:16:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the best thing about reading the poetry of others is that we could improve on our own. yours dazzle.