365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred Fourteen

“Speak to me in a language I can hear.”

pardon me before I have to go.
dark and broken into the abyss.
of what will never be.

your innocence is tragic bliss.
the train at two-am.
the reclaiming of the end.
we always wanted.

a blaze of glory.
is poetic justice.
in movies where gumshoes.
slam through saloon doors in style.

here, it is a joke.
that can’t even make you laugh.
in this long winter.

“Speak to me in a language I can hear.”

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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