#painbody
I can feel you my sadness;
In the crevices of this spine;
In the clench of this body;
The continual stinging of my eyes.
I can feel you my sadness;
A back, bent forward;
Reluctant to life;
You weep of old memories;
Etched privately in recoil.
I can hear you now my child;
Every tear, every gesture,
Every whisper;
Every silence accumulated in stone.
My enclosed heart —
Know, you remain as memory;
A shadow overlapping each day and night.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC