God Forbid

Pressing my stethoscope ear you your chest
I couldn't find a heartbeat.

Though you were there one minute
and just like that...you were gone.

Pleading with a god I don't believe in
was like standing in a desert, screaming for rain.

Heaven bound if there is such a thing;
I wanted to ride your coattails there.

Not satisfied with picturesque memories;
I begged for a second chance.

But god doesn't hear whispered voices
that clog sore throats.

Bartering with a soul I know he won't take
because it isn't pure of heart.

Rocking back and forth
eyes weeping with undeniable reality.

I hope for the mercy of something
I can't see.

But this is where the promise breaks.
That solemn vow of forever.

Where eternity frays its edges
letting go at the sound of a breath.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This story is intense. Living with a loss can do things to us.
It almost seems as if the creator is being challenged...by one
who needs a confrontation to move on. The creator in your
works...seems to represent the absence of closure and lack
of certainty.

Your pen is indeed mightier than the sword!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

This made me cry. Why are so many led to believe that they are not acceptable because of their imperfection? I know this feeling all too well. You have penned this amazingly well.

[WynterPhoenix]

One of your best in my opinion.

"Bartering with a soul I know he won't take
because it isn't pure of heart."

I love this line.

[Alicia Hirshey]

This was intense. Very intense.