Posted by Leisa Pierce*) on March 20, 1999 at 15:07:29:
death wings
suddenly unsteady, uneasy in this
as no words have come to me in days.
i'm still walking, breathing;
can feel my warm flesh.
he lingers inside;
where a heart once beat;
a brain worked..
a body moved freely;
is he freer now..
in a space we cannot see,
touch, nor hear.
a cold breath crawls
my skin, this winter
nite of cold and turmoil.
death passing thru..
waiting - waiting -
wait.
a chill climbs into
my lap to linger..
to think on.
to ache on.
where does this pain
of empathy come from?
where does the nite end..
in a morning light where
a life may end.
what marks a life
was here..
what times illusions
tells a soul
its time is over..
who marks the pages..
turns the page?
tired, aching body and
i haven't a right to
complain; to think.
keep it in, keep it in.
no one wants to hear.
no one has the time,
the energy.
(life forces..
moving faster than light.
faster than life.
e me a smile and i'll
cry for your soul.)
this incredible time
machine, a body,
using energy to feel
what was a life..
what gives a life.
what makes a lie a life.
forever searching;
landing on your head to
feel what was missed..
tossed with a thought.
capturing, gathering
what cannot be retraced.
a memory to die with.
no one will ever know
what a feeling is
-left-
when numb is the end.
drugged and left.
forgotten as the song
of yesterday, on wind..
in a breeze felt thru
iced skin - a nite
when you knew.
a sadness becomes me,
engulfs this spirit,
allowing a feeling
to enter, after all.
swallowing prayers
that were set..
altar boys carrying
secrets to the grave..
tomorrows ashes
forgiven, forsaken
for the few.
grief revisiting;
wondering where this
comes and where it hides.
reality's friend..
this body aches,
feels its age.
as his withers,
passing..passing thru the nite.
leisa(*
12-26-98
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