A book upon her bedside stand,
The dolled corpse of our relation,
Laid pained, untouched, forgotten and
Lead me to my revelation.
Old dust had gathered there, you see,
For us to treasure and to hold.
Burned from ice and no company,
The flesh of each of us ran cold.
Just like that, it sat mock-ing me,
For the one who had loved it so,
In a flash of harsh disagree,
Had left me too, once years ago
In a tick she had up and gone.
So here, her book sits mournfully,
Smoke-filled pages dull grey's first dawn
And weave the lies left scornfully
Though I dreaded it day by day,
The inevitable I wished,
I feared more when it went astray...
Leaving my rotting heart dished.
My dear heart, I hope you lay calm
While you be entombed and embalmed.
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
