God Weeps, As I Do.

In memory.

God weeps as the

Prince of the world laughs.

 

 

Our plans turn to dust

as we attempt to reason

rather than trust.

There is garbage

where beauty once resided.

There is no breath

in your rotting lungs.

Radical passion has

led you to the bright light;

I am left in darkness.

You said you would not abandon me,

you claimed you would not leave,

but yet you are gone.

Heaven has earned one more great mind,

one more magical soul, a beautiful voice,

my undying love.

I am abandoned,

I am stuck in the saddest place,

with a false smile spread across my mouth

that I still long to press against yours.

Your heart was mine and mine was your own.

How goes it that yours still beats in my chest

As mine lies silent with your body and the worms?

I can hardly bring myself to

walk on the ground

that holds you

in her womb.

Reviews

[Bennett Logan]

This is some seriously heavy stuff, Lydia.

"I am stuck in the saddest place,/with a false smile spread across my mouth."

Wow! These lines really stood out to me. I had to stop and read them a few more times. And each time I read them, they hit me harder.

Your ending is really very nice as well. When I'm writing, it's always the ending that messes with me and plays tricks on me. "I can hardly bring myself to/walk in the ground/that holds you/in her womb." The meter here is absolutely wonderful.

You know I can't go an entire review without a suggeston or two. This is clearly a very personal piece and I don't have any real criticism to offer. The only suggestion I can make is something that I do with my writing all the time, and that is to leave this one alone for a while and try not to think about it. When you come back to it, read it again and see how it sounds to you. If it still reads as you intended it, then your work is done!

Excellent poem, Lydia!