A tragic, backward story, never done one before quite like it. PL. |
“Together we are Bound” Water, trickling, down the side of my grave Movement, noises, darkness shrouding my cave Deep cold, no light, “how did I get here” Stillness, bad smells, could it be my fear A picture, a scream, sadness on a face A loved one, can’t touch, a loss of their embrace Music, singing, familiar to my ear People, standing, crying ones so dear A journey, so slow, what can all this be Cold place, clinical smell, table full of me More crying, hospital, fear on people’s faces Wires, tubes, preacher wording graces Bustling, people, lots of panicked noise Blue lights, sobbing, the sound of my two boys Worried, strangers, a bark of dogs near by Coldness, soaking, in my shirt and tie Breaking, sheet ice, “what the hell am I doing” Stranger, falling, not the time for swimming Cold day, cry for help, “you two just stay here” Walking, running, laughs so loud and clear Arriving, journey, a day out at the park Leaving, homestead, angels, herald, hark Christmas, family, joyful time of year Fulfilment, loved ones, safe from all the fear Outside, big world, problems all around My life, our life, together we are bound © Poet Lordy (M Britton) Dec 2010. |