Friday, October 26, 2007

A sunny wreck

I always wanted
to save you
from the wreckage
of the past
and the unfulfilled dreams
of the future,

Your heart that will hurt forever
lying next to mine
in a bruised field
where explosions
have trapped
them beneath debris
and keeps them in the dark
breathing in toxic fumes.

My fighting eyes
would take wounds to rescue you,
pull you from this burning wreck
that keeps the mind
from defining-
the burning
that fills real
bright and airy rooms
with dark and rusty metal furniture.

The wind is always dusty,
I walk in its potent cloud
woozy and doped-up.
we are both wounded,
and re-opened,
but simply by default.

As I watch you get
stronger I find
the truth is
I can’t save you,
but have come to
learn from you and depend
on you-
unlike I have any other.
It makes me fearful
to think I would ever say:
“What would I do without you?”

I still hear
the whispers and the screams.
I still feel my bones shake
and my insides turn green,
but I can still walk
and even laugh
as the voice whispers again:
you are a fighter
When I think of you
I believe it this time.


writerwoman said...

I have mentioned this poem at PWB. Thanks for being on our blogroll.

crimsonflaw said...

this one saddens me. reminds me of a beautiful person....and it falls unchecked un interrupted ... like tears...seamless in its flow it strays into the sad uncharted...

beautiful piece.

Nathan said...

The last three lines really tie the whole thing together and the poem does a good job of leading you to them.

Fenny said...

Sad still hope seeps through ... nice poem