maria goodison Poems
|81.||What Man Has Made||8/3/2013|
|82.||When I Die||5/12/2014|
|83.||Where Does This.||10/16/2015|
|84.||Why Does It Matter.||2/20/2016|
|86.||With Out A Face||5/8/2014|
|91.||Your Not A God||5/9/2014|
I Miss You
I walked past your flat today and almost knocked on the door.
I thought I heard your voice and hoped to turn to see your face.
I almost called you on the phone,
then remembered you would not pick up at all.
I went to the old bridge by the river
and sat down alone in the sun.
A feeling of sorrow washed over me
and knowing that we would never play in the river again
made the sorrow stick.
How I miss you and all we did.
How I long for your jokes
and how you'd pick on me.
You showed me how to juggle.
To stand that little bit longer,
to wait and...
I am the fire that in your soul the angry words you spite out
at a fool.
The wrongful deeds that you saw in to the earth, the Apple that eve took that made Adam fall.
The hateful eyes in the darkness that you seek and I will not back down not at all.
You can not control me so why do you try, wasting time and space in a blink of a eye.
I am the darkness the willing employee that happy to feel the fears of your mind the devil in a black satin dress.