Life In A Dresser Drawer Poem by chris schwartz

You remain
As shattered bits
On a postcard
I mailed to myself.
The cardboard was damaged
When it came to my door,
Though, my handwriting
Was still bold.
I kept my piece of mail
Well hidden in a drawer
I never dared to open
For quite some time.
Then, after many years,
I opened the vanity drawer,
Unearthing the remembrance,
And the Hell,
You put us through.
I wanted so badly,
To Return to Sender,
But your memory
Kept coming back,
As Address unknown.
Few words in life
Go unheard,
But the words I had,
You silenced, long ago.
Yet, the fighter
Never Rests.
Carve those words
Into your tree stand
As you hunt for something
Far more Innocent,
And don't respect in life
What you have killed
Or what has died slowly
By your angry arrow.
Your sharp blade
Forced on those
Much weaker than you
Will strike back
As the sun's burning rays
Set upon your dark future.