#Poetry ‘The Poet in Pieces’ by Fiza Pathan

The Poet in Pieces by Fiza Pathan

Broken flower pots and unattended rose bushes

Care to tell me some more about the way you have neglected me

The door you left open stands still awake to all your torments

And poetry still flows out from inside the house you let slip away

Within this abode of withered hopes and pent-up demons

Calls a cackling hag now to you who you once wrote love letters to

The skeleton framed cat still hangs about

To scratch a piece of dirty meat from my ink stained claws

But you did not come-you did not once come

The carpet so blood red sits still and dusty below my feet

My fears no more lament with me

For what you have not done to brush it by

Go on-go ahead -laugh at the wine gorged dream of dreams

Wine glasses too break in shatters over a heap of unpaid bills

Van Gogh’s self-portrait lies tipsy upon my kitchen wall

His eyes so blue drown me into a picture

With your arms around my neck-soft and now out of sight.

Music no longer echoes through this empty hole within my breast

Unanswered letters are not remembered now

Only my head aches with lack of sweet nightingale sleep

A link to an article by Margaret Kell Virany Author of ‘A Book of Kells: Growing Up in an Ego Void’

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