Mourning

sad goodbye

 

Mourning

The open wound stretches wide and deep

Sleep

Doesn’t come

Blood seeps through the bandage

And the skin is hot

Not

Like a glowing sun tan

But something worse.

Bar the door

But the curse walks through it

Silently infecting

This girl’s wound/world.

Infecting, rejecting, correcting her clumsy ways

But

 Aiming, reclaiming her soul? In time, it will be days.

Praise the sun

Gaze at the moon

And take your medicine from an heirloom spoon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Descriptive and powerful amazing poem. Really explains it with such flare.

[steppenwolf]

Thank you, Dawn. Your words mean a lot to me.
S

[Onlyme]

my pleasure sweetheart.