Despair

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Even in those moments before she fell silent
there was a sense of helplessness before the truth,
a swerve from her daily routine; and I,
being too far removed within my own affliction

did not notice things had changed, an absence
that left this vacancy between us…

Nothing can be done now
among these mottled stones,
the looseness of ashes among ancestral tombs
where she lies among these dead roses…

Are you some dark inquisitor of the feckless heart
To come between guilt & shame,
Between expectancy and rage?

Words no longer hold their promise against the light,
the bitterness resolves these curses on a troubled street;
unfounded, ignored, let go among the bleak solitudes,
their shrill voices enticing oblivion, the darkness
between night and night; where madness curses time
among the crows caws before the terrible vacancy of stars.


– Steven Craig Hickman ©2015 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.

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