The bare lightbulb
I know something of death
not fantasy,
not the bleeding of the healthy.
No, no I have seen
the bare light-bulb
of a hanging.
Filled body bags
occupy my dreams
I hear the keening grief,
the sobs of those
left behind
to carry on.
I have watched
impassively
as life ebbed away,
sipping my soda,
waiting
for the end to come.
I have held my mothers hand
as her body cooled,
stiffened
and
I still loved her.
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Raskin
I understood every word of this piece but I just am not sure what to make of it. I'm not going to allow myself any assumptions. I will be thinking about this one for a good while.
Pete
Thanks Pete
for the comments it was cathartic and every so often necessary for me. I've had a lot of loss in my life and once in a while I sit on that pity potty for a bit. Then I get up and move on. Today and tomorrow are always tough days for me. I removed everyone off my buddy list, you have been great about commenting and I appreciate that. I'm only putting people on that actually comment. raskin
Thank you Raskin
Needless to say I was at a loss as to why I got booted from your buddy list. I alsways enjoy the communication between we two.
Once again your buddy,
Pete
Great write!
"filled body bags occupy my dreams"... great poem, raskin; and so they do, those uninvited dreams, come to veterans everywhere.