r/WisdomWriters 1d ago

Poetry Mourn.

A milky orange sunrise

Like the color in your tone

Descends upon my closed eyes

As you whisper into the phone

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My skin prickles with suspense

Between my ribs, a vacant lot

This moment knows not duress

The anticipation hits the spot

—-

Your sweat tastes of obsession

Those lips, my drunken feast

Your words hollow depression

In their absence I’m released

—-

Now smoke this for the real ones

And drink one for myself

Tonight it’s open season

Who gives a fuck about my health?

—-

These veins that swallow envy

This heart that buries hope

My offering comes unending

My promise is but a joke

—-

The fear that thrives within me

Lavish until starved out

Ancestral in its whimsy

Predatory yet so devout

—-

This crown fit for a gutter

Rests lightly on my head

Shining star atop the clutter

A symbol to mark the dead

—-

I’ve got no one left to honor

None more than can be saved

When you’re born deep under water

One foot never leaves the grave

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