I’m going to throw up.
There are no words left to say–
I swear I will listen anyway.
I see you. I promise I see you.
I cannot look away.
I will not look away.
There is not a single note
I can hold long enough
to be a requiem for thousands.
You could have lived.
The Marquis Poetry Corner is presented by Marquis Literary Magazine. Send your poetry submissions to [email protected].
