The Black & White Poet

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Sorrow23

An empty womb- a life.
I had heard about him.
Through the walls of my soul
I heard it outside…
I talked to him.
I ignored him.
I didn't often welcome him.
Hence,
Somebody from behind me
Wrapped their hands around my eyes
I inhaled, and exhaled as
Death angels and spirits
Gatherer around.
The sound of utter tears
Fell near the grave
I looked west …
Something wasn't right.
We had talked about love
And friendship
All of us.
I continued to inhale,
Exhale.
But he, however, stopped.
I'm so sorry.
My eyes were now free to wonder
And I shuttered in the cold.
Sorrow began to drench this place…
Lo, a comfort fell from heaven,
-we cannot fear.
He just couldn't wait
for paradise.

~DaYnA e. 4/24/06

rest in peace, my friend jon. 4/24/06

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