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Ghost
Pains
Goodbye
to you my dear
You
have been gone
For
most of a year
Ghost
pains
From a
limb taken away
Remind
me how I could say
For
you
I
would burn the motherfucker
Down
It's
true
But
that would be
Just
for the ghost
Of you
and me
On Monday
I'm on my way
To
sign the papers
That
say
The
ghosts of me and you
Have
gone, their separate,
Away
Chris
McQueeney 6/22/12 9:31 P.M.
5 comments:
So true to what I'm feeling now. Great write.
sad man....nice allusion to the ghost pain of a limb lost as well...its hard to let go but over time the pains do numb...and nice bring back to reality with the papers being signed on monday...
how r u? how about ur little ones?
Guess Tuesday will be a new beginning then? *smiles*
You know how I feel...
Bless you, and bless Kendra. I love you both.
Good command of words. What follows is not really about you and Kendra but I think you will admit it is close by.
Digging Holes
How to hold myself
still - what else can I do now?
I have a brother
who heats up his life.
When loss gets too big he digs
deep holes over all
the garden as if
he can drain the pain, the truth.
All his energy
flashes off into
the space lanes, red messages
bound for anywhere
or he instead turns,
takes small and careful sad steps,
files his gray papers.
What's wrong with me? I am in tears. Tears making it hard to see.
This is a powerful write, Chris. Poignant. An arrow. What can I say? It has to get better. If it didn't people wouldn't survive being haunted. And we all do.
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