January 17 Poem by Kevin East

January 17
Two years ago.
Your love flew into oblivion
So
- Silent that bird
Into the tender night.
Through ill wind I heard
That my dreams had taken flight.
On a train
The landscape mourned in grey.
As my life blood ebbed away.
Or maybe
Dried in the veins.
Baby
I cried
Indelible stains, I could not hide.
'Un- Yellable 'pains.
Acid burns my soul like sin.
Her placid eyes of coal, within
- Flamed
Maimed
My worried mind.
Now mute
I join the deaf and blind.
Once young face of love
With scars now lined.
Now a man of old age
Alights the train.
Wildfire rage ignites his brain.
In a choir now of all lovers insane.
Slow death will be the curse.
And bygone days his only nurse.