Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2015
I wrote a perfect poem once. I scribbled it down on the back of a half used napkin. It wasn't short and is wasn't long. The lipstick laced food marks couldn't taint what was already perfect. There was no love and no sadness in the words. It embodied only emptiness - it's most pure form. Nothing left wanting, no thirst unquenched.

In a moment of clear sight, I knew only the right words were forming. In that moment the half empty bar around me sunk, drowned, imploded and combusted - for all I cared. I had just written a masterpiece.
ยฉ All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Jack Thompson
Written by
Jack Thompson  Australia
Please log in to view and add comments on poems