Friday, December 28, 2018

End





A petrified morning,
A dehydrated bud,
A strangulated smile,
A skeleton of a tree,
A pile of ashes,
A fake flower,
A shadow of the Sun,
A dry cloud,
A whimpering hope,
A knotted mind,
A frozen heart,
An embalmed wound,
A rancid wish,
And oblivion.



This poem was first published in The Literary Hatchet Issue 21 (page 59)


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