Déjà senti

A poem

Published in

Scrittura

Feb 1, 2024

You
cracked my chest open,
ripped the juiceless flesh,
stole that bloody pump
and left a hole behind.

Another loss,
another laden cry
escaping from my lips
into the ruthless chasm.

Again. Astray. Alone
into the desert world,
too big to find your smile,
too small to fit some joy.

Lost in myself,
adrift in you,
bereft
between the shards of us.

I am a waif.
the sad last star of dawn
that wanes into the blue
to rise in darkness.

Dismal void…

My sincere gratitude to the team of Scrittura for publishing my work.