Mostly I put updates on Facebook now, but really I should visit my blog more often. I like writing longer things, but just don’t find the time for it often enough. In fact, right now I just stopped by to post a poem I wrote in December. I wrote it in a moment of pain and processing.
Poem of the Dead
December 4, 2010
The baby’s breath you brought me sits there
Dulling with time
It’s sweet savor seems almost sickening now
Sitting there
You’re gone
Nothin’ left but a chill with this cool wind
Time goes…
By
Your breath, your touch, your arms
Gone
My heart in pieces flutter away in the autumn wind
Summer is gone
Snow falls, I fill my chest to freeze what was left
Of me
Numbness is my friend
The love of my life, maybe
What curse led you my way?
What price could possibly be left for me to pay?
Jesus took it all on the cross
Yet sin still kills
This heart of mine
The pain you’ve left me with
Is the sorrow I shall live with
Happily ever after was always just a dream
But so was our love
And all that is left is a vase full of bad breath
My youth has faded
What is left of me?
Why did you take it all from me?
What did I ever do to you besides love thee?
That young girl who would smile
Love
Kiss
Bear you children
Tend your flocks
Weed your gardens
Clean your house
Is just sad
Lonely
Half dead
An aftermath of catastrophe
