Poems from ArleneDunagan
Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ...
I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered
With the merciless blow, like finding out...
Bathed in my warm light
Leaching out degrees, last thing I heard
Was you calling goodbye in flight
Leaving just your memory, dim and...
I might be wrong in thinking
That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms
Dark wombs
Even darker tombs sinking...
I wanted to read but my mind was at work
Listing all of the things it had seen, felt, and heard
There were days void of hope, there were...
You will never stop burning holes through my heart when I am alone and I am weak
Burning holes through my lip when I can't speak of you...