Post by electricmayhem on Apr 29, 2009 7:08:59 GMT -5
Unto Death
Everyone saw you die
late that February night.
2:56 a.m.
came the death rattle,
coagulating from within
your chest
and passing into air.
What a beautiful escape!
We all heard it. We all saw it.
Everyone was there.
You never had faith in me,
and unto death
still don't.
Pride is one thing. Faith is quite another.
I can feel it,
even unto death,
your eyes all over the house,
watching
penetrating
in silent judgment.
You are behind every cupboard door,
you live inside my closet.
I close my eyes,
and I feel it.
Why do we take these terrors with us
even unto death?
I have my horrors locked away
in some other poor bloke's dresser,
my memories stored in a Mason jar
underneath his bed.
I cannot deal with this.
Somewhere deep within the Louisiana bayou
lies hidden
a tiny little house
surrounded by a bog.
This is where I want to be.
In my little boat, gliding across the glades,
this is where I want to go.
It is where I am safe.
The choices you have made
have changed every part of me ---
every atom
every molecule
every particle
is a result of everything you did,
everything you never said.
I close my eyes,
and I feel it.
Everyone saw you die
late that February night.
Everyone was there.
--- copyright 2009 by lh
