Scent of Emptiness 

Pulled heart string
Recorded whispers at a dead end street
Telephone wires ripped
And Velcro tattered wings fall
Lashing of a dangerous tongue
Transfusions of vertigo
Neon needles lit on the graveyard shift
And deafening beats of solitude cry
Pockets full of copper
Choking scrambled poison
Trails of blood money at my feet
And the silver spoon cracks
Convicted of breaking veins
Stealing the scent of perfume
Intimidating romance
And I raise the glass to loneliness
Dressed for travelers checks
Leaving for cards and dice
Guzzling a cup of burgundy
And I toast to the shell of myself


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30 Comments

  1. A most vivid description of emptiness and loneliness, Braeden. I am glad to stop by again. This is a marvelous poem; it creates poignancy in the reader’s mind and soul with such powerful imagery like the “deafening beats of solitude cry”, “I raise the glass to loneliness”, to name just a few verses that have drawn my attention. Loved it!

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