Sometimes, there are noises I can’t drown. No matter how hard I try. These noises haunt like a guilty conscience that won’t accept suffering or penance for it. Noises that know my weaknesses– I don’t know whether I can rise above them. Noises that break a heart in two, unknowingly. The unnecessary heartache… what have I contributed? (If you’re about to break in two, my apologies to you.) These noises I can never drown… someday, rather, they will drown me in return.

the morning sea admonishes,
tempestuous as eyes whose
intent is to demolish each
sound from my head–
the deafening scream
from a heart tearing,
as wolves tear a
piece of meat, apart–
where joy resides now
suffocates, drowns, as
I devour this last piece
of your most tender heart

-mr gahon 12/19/14


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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