we took a step toward
a door that we imagined
would perforce have been there
if we had drawn the plans

and in the stygian background
we could hear the frantic howling
of a thousand would be vampires
denied a taste of blood

what was it you were saying
when we passed you in your corner
no reason ever given
why you would not come out and play

weightier matters may arise
cause us to re-evaluate
the choices we had made
and the lies that we were told

wishes can’t be counted
as words became our weapons
sharpened by the rancour
that was our sole legacy

it’s not a game!
but even as we cried it
it seemed unnecessary
until the hammer fell

only then we moved in closer
wrapped our arms around you
kissed the past goodbye
and placed you in your tomb

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  1. That’s a sad one. Interesting, though.

    • The overwhelming feeling I had while writing it was more of a ponderousness, a slow and heavy flow… I’m glad you found it interesting πŸ˜€

  2. damommza

     /  January 6, 2012

    Wha a sad, sad poem. Successful because it evokes such an intense emotion, but sad, very sad. 😦 πŸ˜€

  3. Wow. Funereal, no, I don’t thin so either, but it brings up several images from somewhere else… :/

    • I say funereal because when I read it it seems to have the slow steady pace of a funeral drum. However, that is only how I read it…. πŸ˜€


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