I want to bury myself in you
Hollow ribcage casket
Fresh tilled Earth from torn flesh
Planting the seed of my soul
In the garden it yearns for,
But they sink me out of reach.
The tears have not yet dried
On the mahogany of your coffin,
And I,
Two feet from you in my cedar tomb,
Can taste the salt of them
Embalming your last moments.
The overcast sky is blinding
In the shadow of my grief.
If I had breath left in me,
It would be yours.
If there were colours left to squander in the palette of my eyes,
They would only paint pictures of you.
I have only ever seen purpose in the calligraphy of your silhouette,
Yet here I am,
Here we are,
Waiting for the roots of future trees to bring us together once more.
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Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
By Sarah Wilcox2 days ago in Journal
Comments (2)
the structure of the poem was so real in its heartbreak and longing. also gave such an uneasy feeling! good job
Nice wordplay, thanks for sharing.