Love\\\'s Haunting Echo

Marcellus

I sit not alone

On empty thrones

 

For inside this head

A voice of dread

 

That lingers

And hinders

Like twisted fingers

A choir of broken singers

 

I've tried to stich

This unbearable itch

 

But inside this mind

A voice I find

 

That remembers

And dismembers

Remembers

Last December

 

Every ache

And heartbreak

Every date

For it's own sake

 

To Critique, To critique

Each blemish unique

 

To ridicule

Like I'm the fool

I truly did, love you

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Marcellus Augustus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 22nd, 2023 16:10
  • Category: Reflection
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  • David Wakeling

    I read this twice but although I appreciate the word play and the rhyme the message is not clear

  • L. B. Mek

    beautiful!
    our best poetry is written in crimson ink..
    thank you for choosing to share
    these words of yours will help heal
    many a shattered heart, dear poet



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