Bones

BONES

How many days lost in sorrow
love’s hopes dwindled in tomorrows
shredded, ravaged in the gutters
spewed out, slurped up?

Damn the dog voracious
Mad
devoured us his youthful prey.

4 Replies to “Bones”

  1. Jeff, this piece evokes the angst of a lover’s quest. Trying to find something left to hang on to.

    “after love’s hopes dwindled in tomorrows
    shredded, ravaged in the gutters
    spewed out, slurped up?”

    Something is broken, a dream perhaps?
    “Damn the dog voracious”
    In this economy of words, your point, clearly is convey, especially with the single syllable line…”Mad”
    It leaves a reader to ask, what is to become of them?
    ~M

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