Breaking silence
By G.A.Grim
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How long, since you spoke to me
Each night I come home
It is that same gift, awaiting my return
Silence, I hear it even now, oh how it screams
It denies me, my every word
And your eyes, once so warm
Seem to look, right through me
I fear, I am now a broken thing
Never to find my shape again
I know not my sin
And would forgive you yours
If that is what is needed
Anything, just to hold you
But these arms, fail in their purpose
So once more to bed, alone
Where I will wrestle with my demons
A hollow victory, this night
Staves off desire for the bottle
Which is well, for I am drowning
Each breath a struggle, yet help does not find me
You just stare, from that prison, hanging on the wall
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I love that last line. It
I love that last line. It manages to both give meaning to the poem and also to open up all sorts of possibilities. The image of needing the bottle and drowning at the same time is also very powerful. This one will stay with me.
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