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May 1st, 2017

Awake Goy

An Old Man saying Goodbye to the Love Of His Life at a Graveside in a late Autumnal Rain

dissidentvoice.org
By Paul Tristram

The memory of you smiling sweetly
as you shyly said I Do
chokes my frowning face
into something obscene
and forever lost to torment.
I deserve the rain!
How dare I take one more breath
or heavy footstep
without you by my aching side?
I am but a lost Message
without a Destination
This emptiness is not killing me
No, it is racking my tortured, emotion bones
into unbending shapes,
soul-splitting shifts
and grotesque absurdities.
All I now do is roAR inside,
the fire in my poor heart and veins
is soaring and raging
like dynamite embracing
a, once again, falling phoenix.
My eyes are thunderous pools
of sinking nothing.
Every chance I ever had,
now completely lost,
of clasping your calming hand
haunts me
and tastes like concrete inside a mouth,
which yearns to say
I Miss You So Very Much, Im Sorry

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world. He yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books Scribblings Of A Madman (Lit Fest Press); Poetry From The Nearest Barstool; and a split poetry book The Raven And The Vagabond Heart with Bethany W Pope. You can also read his poems and stories here! Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul’s website.

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