something inside me
died tonight
and this time
i could feel it
as it went
as well as
after it was gone
it was real time
it was feel time
a real full feel
and it was gone
this time
another light
dimmed
and went out
peripheral pinpricks
of dark light
blink and fade out
forever
it was deal time
it was feel time
a real full feel
and then it was gone
no pop,
no fizzle
no sign
no smell
just this
empty in me
what used
to be
there was
still time
another
feel time
a real full feel
and now it’s gone
that thing that was in me
now its not anymore
of that i am sure
and now?
...not anymore
it was feel time
it was real time
a feel full of real
and… it’s gone
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The Harvest
Koyi wobbled to her shabby wood and straw kaz, holding her machete and an old burlap bag with some yams. Someone had laid another basket in front of the patched up door—rose apples today. They were a bright reddish pink, looking waxy and crisp, just the way she liked them. The culprit knew her very well. Those would be crunchy, juicy and sweet—she could tell—but she gathered all the will she could muster and pushed the basket aside to enter her home. She had already said no repeatedly and would not be taking bribes.
By Lily Séjor3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!
Wow nice!