Ina SchrodersZeeders

Rookie (West Terschelling)

Nothing Left To Say - Poem by Ina SchrodersZeeders

Words fail me now
They come in drunken processions
stumble over the threshold
and stare at me unwillingly to help out
Their eyes are red and their noses blue
and I won’t bother to sober them up
or put them back on the barstools
when they fall over
I might even kick them instead

Because what is there left to say
So words could be of use?
Either way,
you go or stay,
I lose

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, July 18, 2011

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