Black Dirt

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Black dirt,

Will it make it worse?

Make it hurt?

Black dirt,

Will it make it work?

Feel it in your bones

Holy uncontrolled,

Feel it in your soul.

 

Scatter me into the wind,

I thought I would always call you a friend

But now I’m staring down labyrinths, lost again,

I remember the way your eyes,

Used to look into mine,

Long before I drank the poisoned wine,

I tried and I tried to just be fine,

But my heart was shards of what it was,

Covered in invisible cuts,

Wanting so badly to go in reverse but the course is ran,

Please forgive me I can hardly stand,

I’m sinking in the:

 

Black dirt,

Will it make it worse?

Make it hurt?

Black dirt,

Will it make it work?

Feel it in your bones

Holy uncontrolled,

Feel it in your soul.

 

Scatter me once again,

I could no longer pretend

That your shadow didn’t offend,

I remember the way we were innocent,

Before the river ran dry,

Long before I drank the poisoned wine,

I tried and I tried to just be fine,

But burning anger consumed my love,

Covering you in invisible cuts,

I want so badly to take it back,

Truth is, I don’t know who I am,

I’m sinking in the:

 

Black dirt,

Will it make it worse?

Make it hurt?

Black dirt,

Will it make it work?

Feel it in your bones

Holy uncontrolled,

Feel it in your soul.

 

 

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Day 17 NaPoWriMo: Nocturne

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A couple walks by with a small dog, a young man with a baby,

She mumbles and turns away from me,

“Your whole life goes so fast,

You blink and it’s all past.”

I wish I had some reassuring words but none suffice,

I wish I could free her from grief’s vice.

Day Three NaPoWriMo: Elegy

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When she laughed, she gasped, as if trying to breathe all the happiness into her broken heart,

We should have known, how could we know that she was falling apart?

Had we listened to the gasps,

Would she now still be in our present and not our pasts?

These are the questions that make it hard to sleep,

These are the questions that make it easy to weep.

She is now light, soft stone and breeze on melody,

We now, reverent tongue-tied, all one and free as ebony.