everything is ending
the weight of mourning grows over the years
death after death of pets and friends and family
accumulating into a past of painful reminders of who was
does me no good to believe in immortality
when I miss my cats and dogs so much I want to scream
when the brother I lost will never again answer his phone
with a stupid joke
or go on about cars
wouldn't annoy me now
No point in repeating death hurts
all day long
like an adolescence looking for enough depth
to write a song
no point in looking at car wrecks
maybe a recent death sends you seeking comfort
in a poem?
a pithy reminder that life goes on?
well, it does, and it will...
hurt and thrill and bore
until there are those days you feel can take no more
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