This is a poem I wrote a few months ago, but forgot about. The tone of it is rather dark. Sorry!
Negative, like a photograph or the digits before zero
courage that is transitory, like a forgotten hero
ripped like a bandaid, fresh off a wound
jagged as a branch that has yet to be pruned
you cut the happiness, a gunshot through silence
blatantly the cause of all this pain & violence
your words struck me as a freight train
always echoing, echoing in my brain
death is so permanent, it takes more than a few
there’s nothing left, except the pieces of you
Here I was just slipping past the items tagged by poetry – and got blind sided by your words. Thank you. There is beauty in the dark there is wisdom in the shadow – never apologize for work which reflects both. ::speak peace and write on::
thank you! (: