I could be in New York
Gazing at a Venetian factory
I could be in a sex shop
Drinking coffee in Paris
I could be in love in Berlin
Tied to ribbons of splendid heritage
In a wintry wasteland
I get so lonely watching the sky
Wondering where the time went
Replaying the soundtrack of my life
I hear your silence echoing like pain in the morning
When the sky is azure, and I'm not so sure I'll make it
I feel as hollow as the drugs I take
I feel as light as the cigarettes I smoke
Drinking beer in the graveyard
I am ephemeral in rain-filled meadows
I close my eyes to a tightrope, a dog-rose
Half-hidden in moonlit shadows
I feel small in big places
I see faces, framed by cupolas and cornices
Every time I feel like Hell
Every time I fuck myself
I remember the ripe scent of your fragrance
But now it's vanishing
I am alone in my eternal suffering
I want to believe in hope because
I have nothing else to believe in.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Wonderfully written. Raw and honest emotions. Well done!
Very kind of you!
Great poem
Thank you.
Excellent write
I appreciate that.
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