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Sombre Walls of A Coffin
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Unpublished pieces
I want to scribble down
all the phrases
used on you
by me.
Collect them and wrap
them up in longing
pretenses. Sell them
all done up in
red and white
blankets.
There is no heat, nor
is there hot water
in this room, so instead
of scribbling I'll
whine them out
only to have
them
not heard by you.
I miss the comfort
of having you sleeping
beside me.
As silly as it is,
this comforted.
This gave me contentment.
But you're not sleeping
next to me anymore.
You've moved on.
Misted out of sight
by the sombre
wall of a coffin.
That leaves me scribbling
sanity into my brain.
It is is so quiet inside
without you here.
Sad but...............
I must admit this is quite a beautiful salute to the closure that is death. It comes, whether one is ready for it or not and yet the beauty lays in your own indwelling ability to see through even that and know that even when we die there really is no death, its but a myth the human mind made up to help stave off its own ego's fear of ending.........I always love reading your poems ( and even your comments to other poets' poems as you are kindand often helpful but frank!) Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen