Icy tears

I cried icy tears when she left me

I wept for the the new coming pain

I for my shame and my disgrace,

Then went and did it again.

I cried on the train to the city

And on the platform at the change,

I cried in the window of the airplane,

I cried until it was no longer strange.

I died in the bed every evening,

I woke breathing sighs of despise,

I ran through the day in a coldness,

And all of my stories were lies.

I cried icy tears in my Bourbon

I pulled at the drink with a thirst

I ached for the last to be finished

Then sat down and started the first.

I cried for all of the lost time,

I cried for the invisible years,

I tied a bad knot with a neck tie

And fell down and cried icy tears.

 

 


Thank you M

INSPIRED BY OCTOBER WRITING PROMPTS 
FROM PUTTING MY FEET IN THE DIRT
THOUGHTS AND PERSPECTIVES FROM THE MIND OF A COMMON GIRL
 COPYRIGHT © 2017 GRANT FENTON – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

If you or someone you know is struggling, in Australia contact Lifeline on 13114.
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In Canada   follow the link and find a Crisis Centre
In the UK   0800 1808540
In other countries, Google “Suicide Prevention”.

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