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After the hour is no longer happy
by Kristi PaikMascara teardrops
the thrills- not for all the love in the world
this sense of rising
and falling at the same time
while trying to keep feet on the ground
midnight mascara Stream down rosey swollen cheeks
Swallows pride for blow
chasing after family
she cling to scraps
same old empty
Fear and unknowing,
itÂ’s hard to find new direction
for faith is for the blind.
07/30/2008 Author's Note: I worked in a real bad part of town as a bartender once, this is dedicated to the hooker who loved whiskey and confessing to me
Posted on 07/31/2008
Copyright © 2025 Kristi Paik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/31/08 at 01:41 AM Sounds like you could probably get a book of poems out of a job like that. Loved this. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/03/08 at 12:00 AM You catch the feeling of emptiness, of uncertainty, and yet the pull of the fleeting thrill, but most of all a sense of hopelessness! |
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