Mark.

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 comments

  1. slynne · February 18, 2008

    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.

  2. zaphodfreek · February 18, 2008

    I hope it does you some good

  3. krkbaker · February 19, 2008

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

  4. zaphodfreek · February 19, 2008

    This is about my little brother.

  5. tomachfive · February 20, 2008

    I like it. Real life.

  6. zaphodfreek · February 20, 2008

    Indeed.

  7. murderofravens · February 21, 2008

    Nice poem. Very well done.

    -smith

  8. zaphodfreek · February 22, 2008

    Thank you.

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