A quiet transformation
After the spirit soaring song
And soul stirring dance
Of talking to you
Arrives the unwelcome guest
Of the deathly silence
Of an abandoned heart
Even the graveyard
Is happier than I am at the moment
Because it has the company of kindred spirits
At least the wind seems to understand
As it howls outside my door
Offering to enter and commune with me
And even the rain seems to care
As it batters on my window
And offers to bathe me
But I am past caring
So I choose a memory
To give me the solace to return to my work
I know my arsenal of memories
Will be the armour
I need
To accept the unacceptable
To justify the unjustifiable
To deal with the undealable
To neologise when I haven’t the words
To say what I feel
About what has happened, is happening or will continue to happen
So I send you my email
Close the windows of my computer
And retire to bed
To practise for death.
After the spirit soaring song
And soul stirring dance
Of talking to you
Arrives the unwelcome guest
Of the deathly silence
Of an abandoned heart
Even the graveyard
Is happier than I am at the moment
Because it has the company of kindred spirits
At least the wind seems to understand
As it howls outside my door
Offering to enter and commune with me
And even the rain seems to care
As it batters on my window
And offers to bathe me
But I am past caring
So I choose a memory
To give me the solace to return to my work
I know my arsenal of memories
Will be the armour
I need
To accept the unacceptable
To justify the unjustifiable
To deal with the undealable
To neologise when I haven’t the words
To say what I feel
About what has happened, is happening or will continue to happen
So I send you my email
Close the windows of my computer
And retire to bed
To practise for death.
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