Dying

Written Fall 2008

Your smile is withered and faded
Like dying berries on the vine
And my glass heart is shattered
Its pieces strewn along the cold ground
I am lost and desperate and
Trying to find the way home
But home is a living ghost
Where love and laughter used to breathe
Where all our dreams were possible
When we were all we needed
And damn the rest of the world
You are still all that I need
Though my very presence causes
You to quiver with discomfort and spin
Into a blind rage
Rather than the blind contentment
With which I used to paint your soul
Hope is a winged thing
But here it has forgotten how to fly
And all I desire is to stop the spinning
And stoop to piece us back together
From the scattered mess that has sprinkled the ground
The crumpled remains of all I ever dreamed of
And everything you helped me believe that I could be

And now I'll end up a bump in your road
A rock in your path
Yet you will always remain
The flower by the wayside
That caught my eye
I basked in its beauty,
Its fragrant joy and,
even if for only a little while,
We were to each other
Beloved
 

Reviews

[Everchanging Disaster]

I love this because rather than looking at the after life you focused on the seperation-it's a very refreshing perspective...LOVE IT!