Afrodita Alkline

Rookie - 60 Points (September 14 / Camarles)

Falling Dead - Poem by Afrodita Alkline

Can the sun still rise, above your swallowing lies that have me buried
Ten/twelve feet below the earth..
And you sing of merriment, how great it is to be Free? ?
How is it that I was supposed to love you?
Did you come with a manual that I have carelessly tossed to the side,
And jumped into your thighs with no sense in my mind…
Did your love expire? Go sour? And curdy? I never smelt it-you know-
You always were such a saint to me.
How is it that I lost, a game you promised youd let me win in?
Have you trap doors, hidden passagways? where other men have trespassed through?
Its cold beneath the surface of earth, I did not think it that way…
I thought you would have been here too. Perhaps to keep me warm?
Do the stars still remind you of my eyes? Or were those all lies too-Your words?
Down here I cannot see the stars, I cannot see the sun, I cannot breathe your air or taste your lips-
But know someone is doing so.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014



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