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Shots in the dark
by Dorian BlackAnd all of the loneliness,
can't shake these trees hard enough,
to loose my grip
on the sky.
"Shoot for the stars,"
used to be my advice to you,
until I realized
how high above you I was.
Now my heart is riddled
with the buckshot of your tongue,
and I can't seem
to get the taste of your hate
out of my mouth.
Suicidal intentions
purge from the nib on my pen,
taunting these crows
that seem much too eager
to pick the scraps off of my soul.
They won't get much
but if they were kind
they would steal the memory of you
so that I can look to the stars
without having ink
stream from my eyes. 08/30/2013 Author's Note: Not sure how I feel about this one.
Posted on 08/30/2013
Copyright © 2025 Dorian Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/30/13 at 07:41 PM Given I am faced with a similar dilemma of not being able to shirk off the memory of one much much too dearly beloved by me and still. I don't know what I would do if it were possible to shirk it off given there is some pleasure in suffering such retention, particularly when it translates into odes such as this fine one and I would wish no crow to choke on her memory, given it is all mine to bear till the end of time and on every stage will I announce her name. what else can one do who is hopelessly still in love and not such a good actor to pull off that he is not. |
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