Lost

Apoem of deth before his time

LOST                                                         20th

Emptiness...can be hollow
You shout... and your voice...
Comes back... in echo and wallow

Lots of space in here... my head unclear
I can move up and down look back and frown

From my footsteps I still see,
the prints leading deep in to gravity,
my heart feels chained, my voice box deranged,
same screams repeatedly! Restless letters on lips
words unspoken,  a cello cracked open...
a melody that sooths no more,
whom once In life...  I did adore

I reached out... I tried...
for you... I would have died
but you pushed me to the side

your casket open wide
my  breath and life you saved
no place... for me to hide
I long for your embrace...
alone... I am left behind
with memories... in my deranged mind!


Simona Jane Hall
Feb 2014