fall backA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
in the
frosted grip of mourning i was one sixth of the
hands that carried you to your
sleep felt the charred
scratches on my heart
longed for the weight to
disappear the abrasive handle of
reality stung deeper than the
dark path you traveled
i knew there was still a
smile, even in your stillness
and your depleted eyes the deeply brown pupils
in some strict memorial
text were still teaching me long after we left that
site and headed back to our
lives
existing between the
bells
erin-cilberto 11/6/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on November 9, 2016Last Updated on November 9, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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