brick wall moment

sun’s face has been enveloped

by cancerous gray ghosts.

you ask, again, how much longer

I will weep.

 

you could be a stranger in a crowded

shopping mall, or, my mother, kneeling

next to me at the altar.

you could even be some devil

speaking to me from the inside.

doesn't matter much who you are.

 

 

I stare into your storm drain

eyes for what seems a small

slice of eternity, but nothing

changes.

 

nothing heals.

you have no magic.

 

then, a sick feeling washes

over my icy guts

 

because

 

I didn’t even realize

I was crying.

Reviews

[roarke]

you tackle the big ones, sure you didn't play defensive right end in college?
Inward, outward, omnipresent, omniscient. Your word images like master origami, just the right inward fold, just the right outward crease.
I think in most ways, the moment of realization always makes you cry.

[Amy Bumpas]

Real men can cry...LOL!

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oh gosh..that was magical..the pain of the this echoes through the reader and storm drain eyes is really vivid. The ending just pulled it all together. It's was like watching a film develop..nice