What Hasnt Been Named
The blood was so red,
Mixed within the water,
I tried not to look,
At what my eyes where ashamed of.
Yet it held my gaze,
Like a lover lost,
In his angels soul.
I held you tightly,
Embracing our pain,
I could feel you shake,
The fear in your tears,
Overpowering what was suppose to be,
As you called out my name,
I pulled the plug,
Wishing for forgiveness.
The tornado came,
As I watched what was once my dream,
Spiral and spin,
Its sound of thunder,
How can this be such a perfect storm,
That has yet to be named.
I ran more water,
Hot became cold,
In library time,
I recalled what was told,
Just hours before I had accepted,
Everything was suppose to be ok,
It wasn’t going to rain,
Not today not ever,
I can still see the stain.
I silently asked why,
You so loudly called out my name,
Over and over again and again,
Both asking questions,
How can we fix this pain,
Of flooding confusion…
The answers never came.
I tried not to get sick,
I tried to be strong,
As I hid your eyes,
My chest wet with your dreams,
Things started to spin,
All I could do was pray,
Please give me back,
What hasn’t been named.
Copyright © Justin Robbins | Year Posted 2011
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