He wept

He wept, that he could no longer cry

and said this:

"what am I to do?

I still feel it deep.

what am I to do?

denial creeps inside

and I am fain to believe in spite of myself."

The whole head is sick.

The whole heart is cancer.

The dreams are of violence.

The fantasy, sacrosanct.

I have taken my choicest wine and poured it in the mud.

a libation,

to time well wasted.

Reviews

[recantichize]

the last stanza is so tragic and beautiful, but somehow so very empowering. the whole piece is beautifully constructed.

i do get a little tripped up by the two "deep"s in the first stanza. the second one especially, in my opinion, disrupts the flow a bit..

[Emily B]

i know a man who would nod his head and thump his heart and say these are exactly the words to describe how he feels

[...]

. very intriguing ...
. i can still cry ... so i haven't experienced this emotion ...
. stunning words ... nonetheless ...

[tcpaessler]

Agreed. Edited.

[Cathy Wattam]

Great imagery here and a fantastic last line. Thanks, I really enjoyed this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing language and journey you took me with you in the words. The poem statements were clear and direct. Your words create powerful visions. I did like the ending to the excellent poetry.
Coyote