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Mark.

Published February 17, 2008 anger , failure , guilt , loneliness , mood , poetry , sorrow , unease 8 Comments

I have a creeping guilt.

So lucid and empty,
I roll my eyes and snort
and scowl effervescent.
Pain deep pitted in my stomach.

I haven’t been there when he’s
needed me
I’ve left him alone
as his eyes grow a deeper and deeper red.

I’ve been blind to sorrow
and love
but not to distaste.

No, not to distaste.

8 Responses to “Mark.”

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  1. 1 slynne February 18, 2008 at 9:36 pm

    This is beautiful. It’s funny, but I am that red eyed man right now, and I love this poem. I am going to send it to my you character.

    Reply
  2. 2 zaphodfreek February 18, 2008 at 10:08 pm

    I hope it does you some good

    Reply
  3. 3 krkbaker February 19, 2008 at 1:25 am

    This reminds me of my fish.
    Sad really. But honest.
    k

    Reply
  4. 4 zaphodfreek February 19, 2008 at 6:37 pm

    This is about my little brother.

    Reply
  7. 7 murderofravens February 21, 2008 at 6:14 pm

    Nice poem. Very well done.

    -smith

    Reply

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