Post by silver on Jul 24, 2019 19:55:14 GMT -6
Love's corpses litter our shared spaces
Rub shoulders with us look into our faces
Shuffle beside us mumbling and moldering
Blank shuttered eyes seeing next to nothing
Blanched heart a broken engine drained and blown
Lungs still bellowing though the mind is gone
It's a miracle their limbs still move at all
After crash landing from the long dark fall
We've all been there at one time or another
Whether you identify as a miss mrs or a mister
Abject misery overflowing your only glass of life
Feelings trapped in a fragile frigid winter of strife
Needing one bright day to warm your love lorn bones
A time the pounding rocks in your mind become quiet stones
That second a friend says hey snap out of it buddy I am here
Glad I'm not where you are now but I can tell you I've been there
That is the moment you feel the first bright touch of healing
Against the bruised and battered skin of your emotional being
Bestie then says besides in a crate in the back seat of my car
I've got nine dozen cartons of rotten eggs and I can throw them far
We both know the make model and color of that fancy automobile...
7/22/2019
