A Fop's Anguish

Since Rachel died, I've stood, as if
Upon a cliff, above an ocean, watching
As a mist arrives, and rises, overtaking
Me. All that we had been is gone:
The brittle fetes in trendy places,
Drinks with our acquaintances, and
Meals of pricy, faddish foods, a life
Of style, little else, but nothing comes
To take its place. I fix another frozen
Pizza, stare outside at blurry lights,
And fail again to find a reason to
Persist, when Rachel, who was all
I had, has died.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-07-19 at 01:01

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