Jim Brewer Poet Narrative

The Ones Not Written

THE ONES NOT WRITTEN
                                                 (Poem For K.)

The ones not written are the ones
Stuck in my heart like a crown
Of thorns.  If you look closely
You can see the blood seeping
Slowly from my chest.

The ones not written are the ones
I saved especially for you although
You left before I had a chance
To read them to you.  Maybe 
today is the day I’ll come up

Recite each one aloud then destroy them 
the way you and I almost destroyed ourselves 
in the flames of  alcohol and drugs.  
I’ll bury the ashes next to your
Headstone and only you and I

Will know about the ones not written, 
The ones you never read 
Because I kept them from you, buried
Way deep in my heart.  This
Is what I believed:

We had enough time to solve
the problems, plan our escape
And rearrange ourselves into newer, fresher
Versions of who we wanted to become.  I believe
You felt the same way even though you never

Really expressed yourself as loudly or as intensely
As I did.  I had, I suppose, a too large mouth
Which is never a good thing in a small town.
So here I am, alone, reciting to you the ones  
Not written, the ones stuck in my chest like a

Crown of thorns.  These are the important ones,
The ones I burned to ash and buried next to your
Headstone so that the next time you decide
To rise up from the dead you will read them
And know you are holding in your hands

My blood
My heart.

Copyrighted
September 10, 2012
Jim Brewer

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Poet Destroyer A April 8, 2016 at 2:03 AM Jim Brewer, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. ~LINDA~

Skat A July 4, 2015 at 12:46 AM Jim, stumbled across this poem. Thanks for sharing. Have yourself a safe and Happy 4th of July.... Love SKAT