Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Death Poem

Nothing but silence whips through
the lifeless branches in naked trees now,
and the birds are no longer singing but bobbing at and filling their bellies with black tar.
No life exists six feet below,
just an empty frame filled with old memories 
and remnants of a first love.
As I turned to leave without a final glance behind,
blackened clouds shelter the sun,
causing a chill to rip through Earth’s core.

And then finally, my heart cries.

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