Lament

The Prospect of losing a piece of
your Heart is realizing the world is caving in
With all of you underneath and
Everything else –– on top and above –– tumbling.

Feel the ground heave and shake
With the urgency of your weeping –– And the rain
In sheets should pour –– nay, Tear! –– down
The Heavens and bludgeon away the pain.

But forsooth! –– The earth silently revolves
And the storm no more potent than yester’s shower ––
There are no thunderclaps nor lightning ––
Nor the night is much blacker.

So who hears the screaming of your little Heart
Being wrenched –– bit by microscopic bit –– apart?


---- 11th May, 2005.

I Dug Myself A Grave...

I dug myself a grave and crawled inside –
To Die – Or so I thought –
then I changed my mind but found I couldn’t
climb out of this tomb I wrought.

The musky scent of damp earth
Stung my nostrils raw.
I cried out – but sputtered sand and dirt –
And half-heartedly, at the muddy walls I clawed.

I heard the flames down below –
Crackling at the pit –
Welcoming those who deserve to burn,
Whose lives have turned to shit.

With fear my brittle body shook
yet for you I’d manage a little smile;
With wry amusement I’d say to you –
"I’ve been here for quite a while."


---- circa May 09, 2005