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Stained by Wine
by Christopher ShinThe light dies with
with words I can
hardly describe.
The time seems
like numbers that
fade away.
How much faith
we put in symbols
that seem nothing
more then markers.
I thought I could
grasp the moment,
but watch it
linger at first
then disappear
into the days
that go by.
So I drain the glasses,
and scream in my mind.
And even then
not a word escape.
I thought I would
love the endless,
but found that
love has nothing
but scorn.
I miss the short
nights in the summer
sweet smell.
Only to be in
a different world
smelling the loneliness
of me and myself.
So I sit drinking
and contemplating
the end of this story.
And the conclusion
is empty and nothing.
Like the living. 02/28/2010 Posted on 02/28/2010
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 02/28/10 at 05:33 PM I like the duality of the title. The screaming can be interpreted as a "whine" too. And it is true, words and symbols really cannot explain emotions, but that is why we, as poets, keep trying to write that perfect piece, because it is quite nearly impossible yet the challenge excites. ~JPP |
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