for J –


I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Edgar Allan Poe

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part two

joy lept from my window
   (pain)
out before the morning
   rise
another flown to safer
   shores
never falters – poe’s curse
   (disdain)
nevermore the chance worth
   taking
empty is my heart
   without

poetry reading

A reading of my poem, “numb,” at the Kuran Arts Center; July 19, 2016

 

NUMB

i’m afraid
i’m losing
my humanity
too often said
i’m sorry
for your loss
too frequent
the empathy
for innocents
fallen
wish to comfort
hope to save
but words
fall hollow
as we march unto
our waiting graves
tears run dry
no more
questioning why
is the numbness
my protection
is the echo
god’s rejection
why is despair
overwhelming
where did i lose
the hope to bear
somewhere in the
white space
between life and death
i fear
i lost
myself