The blackest night
in earth's
procession of pain
the funeral blues
have caught me again
they're stroking the ivories
on the piano in my brain
and they won't relent
until they put a dent
in me
and all that I dreamed to be
it's too soon
to stare
at the full moon
So why go on?
why write another line
when I am destined
to be alone all the time
is this
what it's come to?
hope
drowned in a tank
joy
my
life-buoy
finally sank
beneath the water
I was treading
before you pulled it
from under my feet
I'll find no comfort
in your empty seat
I'll ignore the pillow
find it +
shred it to pulp
I want the feathers
to slam
when they hit the floor
and not fall
dancing
carelessly
reminding me of you +
all the things we used to do
I want the memories gone
I want nothing
at all
except to fall
blindly into your arms
and finish the poem
complete the couplet
where we left off
a half-hanging thought
is too much to bear
I just wish you'd care
about how
I'm reaching
the end of the rope +
when I grope
for the light
all I see
is the blackest night
in earth's procession
of pain
