Seven WordsA Poem by Gary McDonald
Her emptiness is lowered
Into the tear stained field of fallen souls.
My cheeks become the surface for an inner pain
As all I hear are those same seven words.
The sun shines upon the anchored heads
Lighting a darkened swarm of absent friends,
For mine was the only love that breathed true
And for this, my pain cuts deeper than blade.
She exists in and of my wounded heart
But this shall be her immortal prison,
As with the death of our skies brightest
My feet shall not return to her empty steps.
Time is my widow and sole companion
Through a life that breathes but dares not live,
An echo that shatters the walls of my ignorance
Born from those seven words of her falling.
“Sing me to sleep...for dear departing”
© 2010 Gary McDonald
Added on February 27, 2010
Last Updated on February 27, 2010
Crawley, West-Sussex, United Kingdom
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