So you've
decided
to be cold now
in your bones and in your bed
All those things
I wish I had
you'd rather
throw them out instead
Although the poet
said "rage, rage"
you prefer
to hang your head
You're not just
letting life
go out you're
trying to be dead
And we faithful
are meant to
understand
bite down on our tongues
You can cut out
burn off
all you are
treat it like rotting lungs
For me, please,
be careful
to always know
where your heart you have flung
The thought of
your face without
you behind it
leaves me hurt as one stung
You're better
than this ending
than any
self-imagined disgrace
Worth more than
anyone's words,
of immeasurable value
but if yourself you do replace
You bring the queen
low, become
an empty shell
that wears your old face
Trust the words
of one whose
journey began
in that wretched place
Shut the door
for a moment,
for a year
never throw out the key.
-----------AEW-----------
