~small death

~small death

A Poem by Katherine Wyatt

My god, I saw it

after the impact passed

.. once they cleared away the blood and glass

no one was injured but now I see

........this was what it took to gain more clarity

.... have I mentioned I despise rhyme?

Perhaps, this universal two by four

was trying to confer

....alas, dear one, we are out of time

.....Living a life, devoid of love,

.. I am breathing, yet half dead,

That sound crackling

...... my heart breaking...

.......the echo of the death of love

finally, pain enough to bleed

....to inspire

.............. poetry

© K W 2018

© 2018 Katherine Wyatt

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Added on October 7, 2018
Last Updated on October 7, 2018
Tags: poetry, love, hate


Katherine Wyatt
Katherine Wyatt

New Orleans and Metairie, LA

I am the song the trees whisper in the wind. I am the strength of the mighty mountains. I am the song of the birds in the morn. I am always being reborn. I am a traveler in and out of space and time... more..