My thoughts, this day, betray me. Can it be– that hope only endures for the duration of an embrace?
Faith, the frightened child which it is, the sullen runaway, huddled, amidst the litter of abandon, shivers in cold loneliness. A half-smoked cigarette, found, like death’s treasure, dangles, quivering in wait between her lips, as she holds the last match, letting it burn her fingers, until ash and bone.
I enjoy hearing the pieces read, with the phrasing as the poet intended
I love your poems…this was even more touching hearing you recite it. Thanks for that ?
Ah.. this one. I saw the comment this morning, but couldn’t reply. Wasn’t sure which poem you were reading. I’m glad you liked this. Thank you 🙂