Spoke the Thunder: Volume 5, Issue II

Spoke the Thunder-The Wake

ORIGINAL WORK PUBLISHED!

The Wake

With curtains of smoke, the tear blasted song

Rings out, deplorable in vibrant tune,

Hallejulah, to the Almighty One, and

The memories that wax and wane like the

Moon: like a mud puddle that never dries,

Or the sawdust that is never removed

From the floor by your armoire, seen once before.

I am mourning for the sake of mourning,

And for your sake I forsake all sun

But the day does not come, my skin begins

To sizzle under her tar black eyes, that

Cries I am a fraud, divinely punished

Sitting here in somber color, Your box

Steams with wil o whisps, Marlboro, New Port

To think your 3 thousandth poisonous gasp

Sits respirated within me, while you

Lie, guised beneath a curtain of smoke, that

Death cannot part, and tears cannot snuff out.

 

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