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Loneliness
Is the colour of honey fermenting in a cold dark cupboard
It happens when apathy moves in and connection departs
It sounds like untethered screams on a phone unhooked
It smells like smouldering smoke of old burning hearts
It tastes like a slice of life with lashings of sacrifice on top
It looks like a hurt bird out of flight on my wall totally fucked
and feels like a mausoleum for all things nice a melancholic paradise
Loneliness
Is the colour of honey fermenting in a cold dark cupboard
It happens when apathy moves in and connection departs
It sounds like untethered screams on a phone unhooked
It smells like smouldering smoke of old burning hearts
It tastes like a slice of life with lashings of sacrifice on top
It looks like a hurt bird out of flight on my wall totally fucked
and feels like a mausoleum for all things nice a melancholic paradise
Loneliness
Published 7th May 2021
| Edited 8th May 2021
Author's Note
My nod to Charles Bukowski who writes about loneliness and inspired me to try.
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Anonymous
14th May 2021 6:22am
Wow!!
I was enthralled and totally engrossed in your vivid imagery. What an amazing first poem attempt here. I too, enjoy Bukowski, as do most of us here... nice nod, indeed.
Welcome to DUP -
I hope to read more in the days ahead.
Warmest regards,
🌹
-B
I was enthralled and totally engrossed in your vivid imagery. What an amazing first poem attempt here. I too, enjoy Bukowski, as do most of us here... nice nod, indeed.
Welcome to DUP -
I hope to read more in the days ahead.
Warmest regards,
🌹
-B
15th May 2021 1:04pm
Thank you very much an awesome welcome.
Thank you for reading and leaving feedback.
xx
Thank you for reading and leaving feedback.
xx
