
09-05-2009, 06:47 PM
One day they were there
Laughing, living, loving
Without warning
the birds of death
descend upon them.
Uncaring, cold, taking
Then they were no longer there
Laughing, living, or loving.
A black restlessness descends
Leaving, staying, despair
A rock crumbled to sand.
A house torn down.
Leaving, staying, despair.
Inability to cry, ability only to lie.
Laughing, living, loving
What is real, the lie or the lie?
What to let everyone see?
Laughing, living, loving;leaving, staying, despair.
What face to wear?
** This poem was written after I lost both of my parents, my mom died suddenly on Feb 15 of '09 and my dad passed away ten days later after having been diagnosed with lung cancer the previous thanksgiving **
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