Fear That Takes a Home
i hesitate from getting up from the puddle
i had fallen down in during the rain.
my foot had slipped leaving me covered in soil and water
i imagined going quietly insane.
a gun shot took the life force of a friend today.
i stood shakily in dirty wet shoes.
no one knew yet but the likes of me.
i would be to some the bearer of bad news.
she had been the recipient of his increasing love and
the frequent subject of his airbrush art.
arriving at the scene, i had been essential for the law to question.
i told them i thought it was a matter of the heart.
in a daze, i shivered under my black umbrella
timorously walking wondering who was really to blame.
maybe i should have said something to him the day before.
maybe things would still be the same.
i wanted it to be over -- this grieving,
before i reached home -- away a taunting eternity.
unsure tears co-mingled with the erasing rain, but
more guilt would come after achieving emotional empty.
Copyright © Effie Blake | Year Posted 2006
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