I dont want to cry
but im standing right above you
It sinks down to my chest
and sqeezes out every last
puff of living air.
To think
it has been one year you have been
in that sunken whole in the ground.
Today is the first day your headstone
could show your name.
However it is not the first thing you could have asked for.
Maybee you could have asked for better friends?
So loved but left to yourself because you teemed with light.
When i think that i could have helped.
I do want to cry.
I want to feel weak ashamed not forgiven or consoled
just let the pain run down my face.
But thats to easy.
So i run in circles,
my endless pace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Great poem. Remarkable imagery with plenty of wisdom. Wonderfully written. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.