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Concrete Melodies

I am hidden in dark closets of my mind
over-run with skeletal remains
enough to drive me insane
I scream out in silent agony

please
please
  set me free

memories are like fly's
blowing the death of time
pain is eradicated and fabricated
from the very depths of my soul
the scars that are not visible
or divisible by a common-denominator of truth
you took away my desire
you put out my fire

ashes to ashes
dust to dust

I hear the preacher
as he asks us to pray
you are going to a better place
this funeral we are giving you
under the brightest-blue sky
makes me shiver ~ my eyes are wide open dry
the preacher tried to tell us all a story
about loving one another, never hate a brother

does he know?
does it show?

at last the ceremony is finished
and we walk away
I look back, briefly
and swear I saw your face
trying to beckon me to lay in the cold damp earth
there beside you
the skeletal pain flies
from my mind
noisily embracing
your dead, unsmiling face

and I race to kiss the sun

my step is lighter
as I walk away

at last...it is finished
we are no longer one
you will never again finger paint with my blood
we are over
completely done


Author notes

Abusive husband, no longer ruling my life with fists and fury

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