A Poem by Kaela Craven

It was such a pretty evening
I kind of thought it represented you
I didn't know the birds were flying
out of view

A hundred decades later
Your eyes are somewhere else
But that February sunset
Has created all my life

In the corner there's a Christmas tree
From twenty years ago
I didn't think it mattered 
But it still hangs around

It isn't you
So don't be flattered
It's me and my broken soul
The piles like hoarders 
I remember
That fell into the hole

© 2020 Kaela Craven

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Added on December 23, 2020
Last Updated on December 23, 2020


Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ

"Incantations, spells, rituals, what are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a Shaman." "She died laughing. She died in ecstasy. She died with her eyes wide open." Well, if I had to do .. more..