Whispers In The Isolation Of Yesterday’s Mistakes – Unhinged Poem

We forgave the darkness when it came,

for it rode upon the horse without a name,

a twisted version of a children’s fable,

dirty birdie covered in vomit,

hedonistic cowards standing in a row,

whistling the song that must be sung,

words without words,

drums without a drum,

my magnificent beauty,

my final reprieve,

septembers mourning,

it figures,

I leave,

minutes and seconds

hands on the wall,

yesterdays perfume,

todays emptiness….

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