Words ooze out from the corners

of your mouth, your frosty voice 


makes the gods tremble—

they now need a glass of moonshine.


The night is paused on LED screens.


The quietness of eating alone

in this rented room is too loud to bear.


Someone screeches—

a staccato bark of madness.

Is it your heartbeat?


There is pain that seeks its way out

through the crack in your heart.


This too shall pass as time goes by.


The overhead yellow light is on—

you are by yourself at the dinner table.


Pick up the pen, bleed poetry.





Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2020-02-13 at 13:03

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Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
Well constructed and interesting. It IS in those momemts that we find the inspirations to write what we feel.

Thanks for sharing