Declan Monnier


Wreckage In A Holy Place - Poem by Declan Monnier

And when I turned
You stabbed me in the back...

The sweet essence of hate filled the air
As did the scent of your sickening hair...

My broken hands lead my way to a copraphagic land
My broken heart brings the breaking wave of despise...

I make my vigil here
And no one listens...

You were everything to me
And now I see,
You were just everything that was wrong with me.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009



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