'healing'
The beauty I see in things
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.
A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.
Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.
My soul still whispers to God for you
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming.
Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....
Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....
Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood
And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........
No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................
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Copyright © Sls It Is Rife With Ambiguity | Year Posted 2011
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