I granted you a couple of more steps than I thought I should.
Measured out in open ended questions
that define the distance between each step across the ground beneath you.
Wishing I had enough strength to keep you, I run.
Far for darkness and strung out on broken memories,
I hold self doubt like slaughter house cuts left festering;
spite filled infections lessening the will I have to go on.
Like this, I know you too well.
And like this I sink in the wells I dug for your endless love.
Not so endless after all.
But the fall…
was much farther than expected and harsher than I had hoped.
So I sing songs for ravens
hoping they turn into crows.
Death crows crowing so that death can find me.
“Death crows crowing so that death can find me.
Long lost negative breath inside me
Shaped to fit the curve of my crying
lungs as they collapse in from rotting.
Dark light of life take what you’ve given me.
Collect the space between my lungs and split me
from my center stillness and let me be free
and know the release of this thing called breathing…”
Oh, the weightlessness of forgetting that burden
is first even to the solace I've found in your departure
and the hope that I will continue to find Love after death.
I join the stillness that you have yet to discover
as I find all that I have ever needed in whispers of my own heart.
Pulsing its poundings long after my chest has withered away.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
I granted you a couple of more steps than I thought I should.
Measured out in open ended questions
that define the distance between each step across the ground beneath you.
Wishing I had enough strength to keep you, I run.
Far for darkness and strung out on broken memories,
I hold self doubt like slaughter house cuts left festering;
spite filled infections lessening the will I have to go on.
Like this, I know you too well.
And like this I sink in the wells I dug for your endless love.
Not so endless after all.
But the fall…
was much farther than expected and harsher than I had hoped.
So I sing songs for ravens
hoping they turn into crows.
Death crows crowing so that death can find me.
“Death crows crowing so that death can find me.
Long lost negative breath inside me
Shaped to fit the curve of my crying
lungs as they collapse in from rotting.
Dark light of life take what you’ve given me.
Collect the space between my lungs and split me
from my center stillness and let me be free
and know the release of this thing called breathing…”
Oh, the weightlessness of forgetting that burden
is first even to the solace I've found in your departure
and the hope that I will continue to find Love after death.
I join the stillness that you have yet to discover
as I find all that I have ever needed in whispers of my own heart.
Pulsing its poundings long after my chest has withered away.
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