An Ocean Away and Six Feet BelowA Poem by BLBrown
A poem about the coming end to disease, and inevitable separation of two people who love each other more than the world.
You cannot see this contamination, as my soul weeps useless tears, on this lake of lost control,
for it is an ill path I walk, pushing this diminished life up mountainous peaks with gloomy will.
You cannot see this harbor, safe place I scratch and claw for, where the air is pure and plentiful,
for you must focus mostly on the “day in, day out” world, while time gave up on me so long ago.
You cannot see my childlike confusion and founded fears, for empathy only goes so far in this mess,
for while I wail silent in the dark, I'm consumed with masochistic dreams of what is to come.
You cannot see how this rips, demanding this sickness not rule my life, closed eyes, quiet lies,
for you do not know your expression of such despair and sadness, tough man, eyes sopping dry.
You cannot see how your love lifts me, calms this heart that pounds when I imagine us apart,
for I thank God, grateful to be the stricken one, watching you suffer, I could not bear.
You cannot see how I agonize about who, if not me, will take care of you, when you grow older,
for I burn inside, telling you its okay to find another when I'm gone, killing to say, saying for you.
Someday, you will see me to the bottom of the ocean, and then you must leave me, and swim away,
and as I see you depart, now an ocean away and six feet below, I will ever cry for you, my love.
© 2012 BLBrown
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