Two Poems
Created | Updated Feb 23, 2005
I wrote two poems last October. Since I have to admit to myself that poems are expressions written to be read, I have decided to let anyone who wants to read them right here.
No. 1
How do I bury him back again?
Every once in a while when I think I'm okay,
And everything's going my way
Something happens
To open the wound
To stab at the pain
To drag him back up out of the coffin
Where I bury him
Deeper every day.
No. 2
I know my world is not the worst one in which to live.
This I cling to, the rest is self-pity.
But is it being selfish to think about how different it could be
To hate the force that prevented it from being so
To scorn the love which did not see
Which did not see me crying on my bed
Which did not see, and in not seeing hid
Itself from me, preventing me from loving
Where the only other option is an all consuming hate.
I know my world is not the worst one in which to live,
But still, as it is all I know
All I see and feel and think and laugh for and cry for
And pray for and die for,
If I spend my time thinking of my own small tragedy
Will it consume and put an end to me?
Joanna
