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Crushed
by Alisa Jsand what of those words tossed about like confetti
oh, how we danced around in a trance
in a stupor, almost
laughing like children
high on some sugar rush,
only to crash and burn
days after
like this
slumped in my chair
heart broken
and brushed away
like so many bones in a grinder
after the meat has been gleaned,
thats me
here by my lonesome
again
take away the smiles
throw out the needing of another,
I will no longer care for that
you will find me here with my bottle and pen
writing as usual,
furiously
wrenching from grief and other dark thoughts
my new companions of late,
give me a shovel
show me the grave
I will dig my own place
to eventually lay
me and my bottle
spent
01/15/2009 Posted on 01/16/2009
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/16/09 at 12:45 AM It does get old after a while doesn't it. Me hopes thought you have a long time before the shovel must be used however much you might wish otherwise. Good write m'lady. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/16/09 at 03:00 AM That ending might well be one of your best. There's a beautifully done, subtle sense of heartbreak running through this. I love it. |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 01/18/09 at 06:31 AM Great poem Alisa. Heartbreaking... |
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