DEAD PEOPLE linger forever
lives are too short to forget
nothing has closure until your eyes
are sewn shut by a mortician
I want to be able to feel them
without this wall of pain between us
the horror of knowing they are just plain gone
shocking moments of realization come over and over
out of nowhere and everywhere
I need some ritualistic way to go beyond this emotional murk
a long, long arm to reach through the pain
burst out on the other side
where my memories of them are just fond
not surrounded by the taunting faces of their powdered and painted corpse
they are lost to me
hidden by this wall of pain
my living memories have been thrown into a dark room
the door has been bricked up
leaving their pale ghosts alone
gasping
whithering into the forgotten
i want my daddy
i want my brother
i want my friends
the list grows with the passing years
until a crowd of them are back there
behind that brick wall
clamoring about like rats
I hear them scratching on the walls
screams of pain as their nails tear off
as they try to dig through the brick with their bloody hands
I want them sit on the couch and talk or not
to just fill the space that they created in me
so empty now
THOU SHALT NOT STEAL THE WRITINGS OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY... YOU CAN EASILY GET PERMISSION FOR A NON COMMERCIAL REPRINT BY CONTACTING MY EMAIL.
Monday, November 28, 2005
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