I know which way,

wind tends to blow…

From day to day,

It changes, I know…

clever word play,

I’m taking notes…

I’m on the belay,

but missing the rope…

I see the mask,

beneath the mists…

A deep overcast,

A darkened glimpse…

of shadows amassed,

between our kiss…

questions unasked,

blissful in my ignorance…

my faith has already burned,

I don’t say any desperate prayers…

Certain things can’t be unlearned,

certain feelings can’t be spared…

have the tides already turned?

and you’ve left me sitting here?

I know, typically,

how the story goes…

it ends quite abruptly,

a chop to the throat…


and POOF! I’m a ghost…

just a shiny memory,

missing most of my nose.






4 thoughts on “Blow.

  1. Lovely rhyme scheme

    Liked by 1 person

  2. kosmogonic says:

    Heartrending and dark but also very beautiful.

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