The marrow of me

Living lies
sheet-white cries
It’s time to turn the tide

Living cries
white-sheet lies
This time I’m much too tired…

A second wind
blows through the heat
a brief reprieve
on the still-same street

Which way will you go-
which road will you take?
If I let you choose
is it still my mistake?

I sit in broken silence
shell-shocked at what we wreak
want, doubt, regret..
Love wears a vulture’s beak

I’m hollowed out
paralized with this
anaethitised by loss
trust, numbed to a hiss

The river of my memories
is washed with blood
bits of me float away
chunks of you, adrift
today, yesterday..

In this, the final hour
I sigh through the bones
of all I held dear..

The Marrow of me
picked clean -

not by love,
but by fear.

12/02/07

The marrow of me

Karen01

Cape Town, South Africa

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I’ve been slow to realize that love, in its essence, is not what hurts us…

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