Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011


by Darina Tepavitcharova

He is lying there, 
In the bed we share.
The clock is ticking,
I can see him thinking.

He is dreading today,
For what he will say.
The words with regret,
Can I forget?

He steals a kiss,
Filled with remiss.
He strokes my hair,
With no care.

I lay there,
Desires to fulfill.
My minds rebels,
My body impels.

I can feel the end,
Nothing left to mend.
Words unspoken,
For it is broken.

Tonights is our last,
As tomorrow he will be my past.

Added: 20.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


simple yet very effective.