What Is Lost
(1996)
This pain is too deep
To form into a structure
That may be examined
Without folding
From the ache in my
Soul.
Thrown away
Like moldy morsels
Of rotting bread.
That which sustained
Now poisoned
With anger.
Creaking demons
Take flight,
Landing spoorlike
To reproduce
Clawing away
The thrumming
Heartbeat song.
I protect
What remains of my
Sweet small memories
Wonderful bursts that
Escape
Running away
Laughing
Into the corners of
My spirit.
From there,
I may take them out
Caressing them lovingly
In quiet moments.
I take steps
Through the
Window of Grief
Allowing that I may
Sometimes look back.
But in the darkest times
I see only a reflection
Of Myself.
The space beside me
Rings with unanswered
Echoes.
I bow to the wishes
Of anger
And bitterness
Knowing my loss will
Brand my heart forever.
Deepening shadows
Slide silently between
Laughing memories.
I have no power in
These moments
To change what is…
And what is lost.