Heart of Stone/A Paper Kite
sometimes dreams come easy fill the sleeping night you stood by the wall
dressed in black a black scarf on your head sometimes no dreams at all
nothing dreamed all that happens happens in the “real” world
the waking world the world of the living dead zombies all
prayers uttered sacrifices made i bite my fingernails
will the mailman bring an answer or do i have to look elsewhere in fire and blood
your body limp and mine as well are we spent
or... are we dead the soldiers come shoot their guns
is it all child's play so easy... a word misspoken
a tweet or two i found your blood on the stair your name carved on the door
number 222 twos were everywhere mother and son
i found your body there a chrysalis an empty shell
your colorful wings had emerged you took flight left me there with the morning paper
when you left you took all the color now all is brown my heart is turned to stone
February 5, 2017
9 comments:
Reads like a mystery, but the solution is very sad.
Intense... left me feeling sad.
I agree, this one tugs directly at the heart.. sigh...
Your poem went deep, and took me there too. Beautiful and sad.
Very heartbreaking ending, but I do so love those starting lines: "sometimes dreams come easy fill the sleeping night"
This is a chilling write, culminating in sadness....well penned.
Nothing is quite so painful as love.
This is a profound something. Kept re reading it..
A heart of stone, yet there is the memory of colorful wings. I see a tiny sprout of hope, where all appears to be hopeless. Appearances--how they often deceive us!
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