Poem: Last Night

I haven’t cried in such a long time
And the tears are harsh and hurt my face
My back is killing me
My neck is stiff as a corpse
The stomach feels tightened
My body is heavy
It carries painful memories
and a million expectations
Is this what loneliness feels like?
The glass is full
But the only pink thing is the wine
The scars are beating like little worms
Tomorrow will be better, I guess
The doctor will give me medicine
The pain will be purple,
it will dissipate
Will the birds sing that song?
Which one?
The one that never ends
It is hard to remember the words
I forget your face and the sound
Of your steps
Leaving me
Close the door
Leave the light on

Published by Cherry Adam

Moody experimentalist. Hypersensitive & Noir moments Poetry, Essays & Sound Experimentation Freelance Music Journalist

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