Poems from elizabente
this is the very first prose that i wrote.
after watching my aunt die of breast cancer,
i picked up the proverbial pen and
never set it...
Separation
Each wondering
"Will I see you again?"
My hands shake
My heart silently
Ripping apart
Again and
Again
Separation
Each...
Hello, goodbye
People here and
People there
I mean, really,
They're new and
They're gone
Blink your eye
And you just might
Miss them go by...
Sitting here, this is fun
Almost like
A party of one
Oh hey, that's funny
It rhymed, too
It's rather pun-ny
Well that failed...
You...
If depression was a train,
I was a passenger.
If pain was a drizzle,
I was soaked through.
If love was a fire,
I was shivering beside cold...