Rambling poem about a friend's death |
(( No, its not completely formless. Some of the style is actually intentional ^^. I wrote this all at once, in one sitting, just after the funeral, so it represents the flow of my thoughts. Enjoy!)) Why? The candle falters On the black marble floor, And the midnight tomb Where my heart now lies Why? They file past One by one Hands grasped Hearts ripped And their grief leaves wet trails Through dark lines Why? Your face is plastic, A copy of the living you. The spark in your eyes, The light in your face, Is forever gone. Did you fall from grace? Why did you go? We were all here The crowd filling this church Is it only in death that we come to your side? Could you not see the lives you would rip apart? Could you not hold on just another night? Was the pain so much that this flickering light Over stone, over wood Dripping eyes, bleeding hearts Was it hidden from your eyes in eternal night, On that day that your soul was let a flight? Why must you go? That place in my soul Where your light was held Now gapes with a scar That may never re-meld And my only escape is just to be held In the arms of another Love heals says the mother. Why did you go? But the darkness remains An ever-present mark A monster lurking just beyond sight And I run and I run, and hide as I might But the moment I lay down to sleep in the night My mind brings it back, that loss that stings still And the demons that lurk in that hole that you filled Will never be gone, I am slave to them still. Why must you go? Was it your intention to leave behind as much hurt as you felt Or was your mind simply turned inwards to something else So that the image of those that one act might hurt Was gone from your sight Emotions inert Why? Held within this image of you No, your shell, Lying still in your coffin, At peace? Can we tell? Must you go? Don’t leave me. This isn’t real, I cannot feel. Don’t understand, Was this the plan? I’ll never heal, This can’t be real! But they turn to go End of the show Your coffin’s gone I’m left the pawn In emotions hand Since life began The tears must fall Must we all? You are gone. |