Sometimes I feel,
As we age,
As our edges wear ragged,
We sharpen and do more hurt,
Rather than dull the blade
And even put the sword away.
I am left wondering
If we ever learn
To choose kindness over cruelty,
Compassion over judgment,
Truth over lies.
But the record spins,
Round and round,
The broken, scratchy music
Replaying its melancholic melody.
History and the future,
They are super-imposed,
Mirrored in the moment
Another heart is shattered.
Even though it must pass away,
Forever friends seems a feeble lie
When the blade is still stuck
In my back, bleeding out
A little life at a time.
12/19/14, in response to mourning the loss of the longest friendship in my life
One response to “Poetry Tuesday – A Little Lost…”
Loved the poem and the fact that you shared your inspiration. Pain begs to be written down and remembered.