The Dark
The Dark
If I were a color, I think I would be pink.
It is soft and sweet, the smell, the kindest treat.
Perhaps not…
If I were an animal, I think I would be a giraffe.
They are tall, and calm and leggy.
I am not…
If I were a plant, that may be the winner…,
A green; tree, a twig, a bush, a windward spinner?
Too much money gambled!
Dreaming in the park,
talking to a friend that is not there.
They went home to heaven yesterday.
I wish they would stay.
But…(whispered) they can not.
Everyone has a phone,
It is in their right hand,
While their soul is in their left?
How do they dare to stare,
straight into, the very face of death…
Sucked out of their insides, from the outside,
to a place that is not really “real” at all.
Trapped, unable to get back…
Scream out into the dark, (ever so silent crying instead…)
You are not alone, you are not.
Empathy, kindness, and faith,
honor, pride, and tradition.
Pray.
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