The Mourning After

The taste of metal, no the taste of iron,

The angels crying, the deadly siren,

 

My head is pounding, my body broken,

The smell of vomit, or so I'm hoping,

 

My eyes are closed, should I look?

The last I saw, was hell mistook,

 

I fear the sound, and fear the pain,

But curiosity is a deadly game,

 

With glinted stares, I look with hopes,

And see my dreams, transform to jokes,

 

On earth my suffering was not enough,

Now I wait alone in limbo, stuck,

 

My ending was everything but a disaster,

But now I'm stuck here mourning, in the life that's after.

 

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

This has a great flow. Wonderful poem, and great ending.

[Fool]

This has made my day. Absolutely fantastic.

[luciddreamer]

whoa....love this one.....great emotional pull

[GTVile]

Hey, that's pretty good. I like the visual elements you added with the font. Pretty stellar.

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love the double meaning..well written

[Lauren Beth]

Nice write..I really enjoyed it! I too at first thought your were referencing a hangover...but in the end you hit the reader with such a deeper, darker meaning. Also has a great flow and rhythm to it...good job!

[Angela Mulley]

I enjoyed reading, this is a very dark piece, I like the rhyme also.

[YouoweYoupay]

A Dark and Mournful combination. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.

[Marie Harrison]

I enjoyed the somber mood of this poem! Wonderful!

[RonnieBreight]

I like this. Usually it bothers me when people use a different font, but this really works to the poem's advantage. Also, I like the rhyming. :). It's a great poem. :).