| I see your still form lying there
covered in cold hospital sterility.
Its image carved into my brain.
Flesh still warm and tender.
Reminiscent of its former life.
My feelings mixed are incomplete.
No time to bid our love farewell.
This death--it steals what life creates.
The birth canal becomes a tomb
that lies in wait with open jaws
to feed and feast upon the flesh.
Its monstrous appetite devours.
It's said that death has lost its sting
yet lessened pain I can't imagine.
The sound of sirens burn my eyes
and time repeats itself again
like a circle where I'm trapped
doomed forever to repeat
this vicious image in my head.
The sad expression on your face--
I know you didn't want to leave.
Time is not always a friend.
Consumes us slowly like a flame.
We're taught there is a greater plan.
No answers feed a hungry soul.
Existence is a patchwork quilt
and we're the pieces sewn together
until the Fates decide one day
to cut the thread--unravel us.
Copyright © 2002 Darlene Zagata
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