He rose and conquered the grave
Through these streets of bloody messes
Smashed faces
And gasping lungs
Through the thoughts of our past
And our graffiti stained hearts
These are the things we hold onto
Through the battle that we fought to get here
And the fight to leave
We live on the streets
You're so still, and so alive. You are so present and so far away. A presence, a soul that senses how close we are to each other transcending our hands that lay laced as you squeeze with your last breath.
I went back to the house. I went back to the house that I've known for 21 years, and you were always there. Your face marks the picture frames hanging on the wall and all those reminders to take your pills in the morning aren't going to do you much good anymore. Your life floods that house with your old records and pictures that may or may not be the first ever taken. I want to find your soul in the captured smiles and finger prints. I want to find you again, like it was the first time. I'm your legacy.
1 comment:
This is trult from the heart, the power of emotion is truly wonderful, though there may be pain, there is a joy that is endless, this was a truly wonderful poem, it was a truly wonderful expression!
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