Two pink hilltops
cast a skewed hue on the still bedding below.
Sparse graying hairs
blurt out the turbulence your chin undergoes.
The charitable floods
swallow confidence from your eyes by the gallon.
Your strained smile
is like peeling a scab cell by decaying cell.
-Written August 23, 2018 11:58PM
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Fun Fact: This piece was originally called "Crushed And Reactions" but I didn't like the title too much. I wrote this poem after visiting with one of my military leadership to inform him that I was struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts. This fact is not so fun as it was a painful conversation to be had, but this poem was what I saw of his reaction when I told him.
Lines 1 & 2: Description of his lips.
Line 3 & 4: Description of his quivering beard.
Line 5 & 6: Description of his watered eyes.
Line 7 & 8: Description of his devastated smile.
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The Palace of Versailles | A Poetic Disaster
PoetryA book of poetry derived from current events and my former Allpoetry account with the pen name: Versailles. Also includes explanations. Poetry written by: Tomah Monk Cover by: Tomah Monk
