Kingdom Never Comes

By Trilby Severn

Sun, 01 Sep 2013
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There are stone wall etches,
of bunkum, and tire marks,
that gather like sterling hieroglyphs.
Overcoming the stem that turns me inside.
 
You swore into my being, stared
in heart, small murmurs
of "baby" and "honey"
reign like commonwealth,
 
This kingdom never comes.
 
Doubt curdled for only an instant
For it, I paid everything
price tags, blank receipts 
gathered on a winded tongue,
resounding heartache echoed
on snowy foot hills,
the arduous chill
dangling ice-
furling beneath the trails his fingertips
once traced
down the small of my back.
 
It's a vacant mass.
I'm grasping the continuity
of what no longer can fray.
 
The day I left
you,
was the day I was left.
 
This howl will crest at dawn.
I'm the fork into the sly margin of escape.
 
There are no words. There are no hollow surprises.
Good-bye just happens.
 
The last stand
where sorrow quarrels
with church hymns
in some forgotten language.
 
Morality caved,
denial departed,
and I am left-
 
lacking.
Certificate 15
Poem
Life
Love

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Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Well I thought this was outstanding..beautifully written