The Pantomime. A poem.

The tears keep me awake at


they burn my eyes and ducts,
sodden flames licking,
smoke broiling,
consuming the room of my


until I’m fit to choke
on all the pointless


spluttering, unkempt,
raw and misbegotten.

Soaked in a pantomime
of longing and rejection
until the show is


Those tears remain,
salty dew trails
that scar my cheeks,
a tattooed reminder that


leaves my side.

The All or the Nothing

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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