A Walk With the Dead
Each twist and turn
Every bend and curve
I trample my way further and
further
Away from a place cursed with
bitterness and pain
Each place I secretly pass by
Is given a tear-burdened blind
eye
Then I come upon a memory
Yesterday's happiness, today's
melancholy
No matter which direction I
take
I am stopped by a hand of the
dead
I look up, down, backward, and
forward
The tears becoming impossible
to still
Breathing seems like such a
burden
The people we held so dear to
us
Have left, gone away
Vanished with evident trace
Of the lives they left behind
I linger on hearing footsteps
beside me
Refusing to acknowledge the
people who guide me
I see the transparent outlines
of my friends
Their soft smiles and a tender
yet strange mixture of joy and
sadness within their eyes
And yearn so deeply to take
their hands
No dream nor Nightmare could
compare
To the quiet, disturbing, raging
despair
The further away I am, the
heavier my lids grow
The more I try to deny it,
ignore it, turn away from it
My tears ever faster flow..
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I wrote this poem in memory of
2 friends I lost in 2011.. One
was a brother to me
Copyright © Priscilla Cruz | Year Posted 2013
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