Impromptu Sadness
“Impromptu Sadness”
12/14/2007
I have a friend lost
In an unending tape-reel.
The “thwap, thwap” you hear
Is the sound of mistakes
Slamming her real
Into powdered shards of feel.
The damage done, multiplied
By repetition, stole
From her any vision of a rest.
Sleep; peace around the heart.
Instead burned deep with holes
Letting darkness rot her soul.
My love extension cannot
Communicate across the chasm
She’s erected into her world.
Like a mummy, tanned against
Time and shift, she stands
Whilst I partake inside her spasm.
jeques said,
December 14, 2007 at 10:36 pm
Kevin,
Sad, indeed. What makes it really sad is seeing no redemption, no hope in sight. This poem is a downer. You effectively wrote the sadness to the point of being contageous. I am inflicted.
I wish you well.
~ Jeques