All That Is Left Of Me

All That Is Left Of Me long poem

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All that is left of me
Is an aching soul.
A psalm of the sunset
Ready to decay.
All that is left of me
Is a modern whore.
A manipulative God
covering the way.

All that is left of me
Is love’s absence.
A wordless sentence
Cautious of a lie.
All that is left of me
Is a second chance,
A heartless performance
After which I die.

All that is left of me
Is a mess.
A wanderess
with directions.
All that is left of me
are my muses.
And Bloody Mary
Cocktail glasses.

All that is left of me
are languages.
Unspoken among us.
All that is left of me
are murdered angels
all around Jesus.

All that is left of me
Is skin In which I live.
Forgive me if I take
this life of mine away.
For I am free when
I write.
I sin
When I look not for
every day!

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