Hundreds of miles away
My mother is in agony
Her mother crossing a "final threshold" into
Stillness and Peace
My mind is drowning
A dull deafening hum
That shuts out the world
Boxes me in
I keep thinking
"Why isn't this affecting me more?"
Just a blank stare and a refusal
To feel, a voice inside says
"Don't say Anything"
Right here, right now
I am melancholy
Waiting for the call, to bring me home
To watch her get tucked in to the last bed she'll need
With her name and a nice message on the headboard
Knowing that a part of her will always be
Riding passenger in the cab of my car
The car she loved so much
Because it drives like freedom
Mile after Mile
Hundreds of Miles
"Don't say Anything"
Stillness and Peace
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
Light creeps in the window,
waning and waxing,
a repeated exercise at noon.
There's an out of tune piano in the corner,
sun soaked wood, the stain fading,
in a reflection of the faded music from lack of use,
it has been re-purposed, pushed to the side
waiting for life.
It loves the sun.
In love with the same
which makes it rot, slowly and steadily.
A love that wanes and waxes at noon.
A repeated exercise in life.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
It is a cyclical motion
Bastards begetting ********
Who grow to regret the ******* that begat him.
Hot tears flow at midnight
Wishing that the ******* that begat him
Had prepared him for this single moment
The seat belt unfastens
A click and she's gone forever
As she disintegrates out of his headlights
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC