“The morning after”

[Mr.K]

edit.

[sundays50]

this reminds me of thirst-stricken air, dumb-throated, in its woe imply down-sagging, its limp body spills upon the earth. A panting silence fills the empty vault of Night with shimmering bar of sullen silver, where the lake distils

[Mr.K]

its supposed to be about a fathers funeral, where the son ends up burying his father in a sentimental place - but as i can see, there are plenty other ways to interpret it. this piece is not nearly finished - just drafted really, just needed some input, thanks for the feedback.

[kiz_paws]

Hello, Mr.K, just wanted to say that I really enjoyed your poem. I found it to be powerful with well written phrases. In particular, I loved:

Nietzchean cleansing of a rotten conscienceloved it! :thumbs_up