Tumors

The snow always falls in the early morning here,
like a suffocating plague that whites out all life,
and I think…
it’s just another thing to be buried by over time.
Aging has shown me the stomach knotting twists
in this blind, roller coaster life
and I wish I could remember being oblivious,
but there’s just nothing.
Nothing but the wind;
whistling like a mountain pass in the winter
through the hollow shells
created in the wake of
heartbreak and death.
Sometimes I think I’ve lost my mind,
and I don’t know how long it’s been gone
but if you could escape your cage
I don’t think you’d come back either.
Maybe it’s run away;
tucked in the elementary school desk
where I used to hide fruit roll ups;
savoring the warmth of innocence
that I can no longer feel,
but it’s still gone.
Irreplaceable at best,
like a lovers lips and voice;
we never forget what hurts us most
so why inflict the same?
The snow always falls in the early morning here,
like a cold drug to numb our skin and lungs
from the pain,
and like a festering splinter
my mind begs and screams and pleads
to know why.

Tumors

Nathan Emery

Joined September 2009

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