Presence

by Ardor

Published February 14, 2012

Leave me for the dogs.
Leave me be.
Leave me for the ghosts.

Babies and their dads.
Babies cry.
Babies and their mums.

Me and my problems.
Me and you.
Me and my conflict.

Reveal my weakness.
Reveal all.
Reveal my heartbreak.

Use me for my sex.
Use me now.
Use me for the thrill.

Be a hyprocite.
Be a star.
Be a "role model".

Your presence is here.
Your feeling.
You presence remains.

You know what I mean.
You know it.
You know what I think.

Someone must die.
Something breaks.
Someone must die.
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demib commented Comment · Feb 14, 2012

I like this poem, Adam i really do. It has a nice flow to it, keeps going leading to other things to lead to the last stanza i think it is (i forgot)
"Someone must die."
Its kind of creepy, but its is a good kind of creepy. Keep writing, Adam, for i cant wait to read more!



A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.
— W.H. Auden