Blanketing the curse
of separation
Distance covers memory
—to sleep inside the pain
(Dramsleep: July, 2021)
Shallow grave
Out of the clay
In new breath of life
Fire tested
Beneath this weeping willow my soul rested
Motionless as a statue
Forever stuck in place
Out of the tar pits
Dirty unclean by your eyes
Who will save me now?
My life molded out of clay
In vain I shaped my own image
Made my own ways
40 yrs in the desert
Thirsty for a cool sip
But water is not found
Out here in the dryness of this hollow grave
I been stranded alone on an island
The island of misfit toys
But here I sit alone
Unwanted by the unwanted
A loveless soul
Is never what I wanted
But here I rot
Will you join me?
Shall I save you a spot?
In my final resting place
Staring at the sun
Till my eyes burn
Blinded by the light
So that I may not see my fate
Living careless was my misfortune
My one mistake
Weeping eyes cry
A dead man soul dies
No loose ends
Said all my good byes
But a muted voice goes unheard
Curtains close tonight
This is the end..
Her pain at ease, her voice a breeze,
She’s gone but never far from you.
The shallow gravitation, she pulls you toward her rest.
Her hand outstretched, grasping to the sky,
Knelt by the grave, you release the pain bottled within,
The grief, the depression, the anger you feel,
One and all pour forth over the soul that is lost.
Her grasping hand with a hold on you,
Pulls you down within.
The grave occupied with the love you hold,
Keeps you always near to her.
From the grasping hand, release,
Escape her shallow grave.
With her name in your heart,
Turn around and strive --through life.
For she’s not in the grave,
She watches above.
And all that you do,
With love,
she watches.
the darkness and confusion lifts
I do not bring the rain, which you embrace
but the sun briefly, into a cold sky
as I feel my way through the fog
into the realms of your reality
I lay fantasy aside
covering it with Irish lace
and burying it in a shallow grave
as your heart's freedom sprouts wings
and flies away into the night
unimaginable terror gripped me when she fell ill
a fear that caused all else in my life to still
words cannot describe the dread that I felt
so for the first time in my life, upon the ground I knelt
in such fear that her soul would leave
I prayed to a God in whom I don't believe
I asked why he would ever strike her dead
I begged of him to take me instead
I pleaded with desperation, sadness and rage
she wasn't even a year of age
it was a sunny day when my daughter died
as if the God who took her was mocking me
I buried her in a shallow grave
for I couldn't bear to stare at her lifeless form any longer
her mother gave me a final kiss
then went to be with her child once again
I pen this with a blade in my other hand
the instrument that shall reunite me with my family
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