Healing
Pain…
Distant memories
Of childhood laughter
Cut.
Death…
Innocence stolen,
Stopped in its
Blossom.
So you go on living,
Trying to understand,
Struggling
In an unfair world.
Denial does not
End the pain
Festering,
A cancer inside.
Bursting out
In rage and destruction.
Striking! Hurting!
Blinding!
Alone,
Struggling on the edge
Of misunderstanding,
Screaming.
Ears may be deaf
And eyes may not see,
Hearts alone
Share the pain.
This was written in the mid-1990s around the anniversary of the death of a friend from high school, a friend that I had known since childhood. I didn’t really know how to deal with the grief, but eventually was able to emotional deal with the loss of his friendship. I think because he was the first friend that I had that died, his death has always affected me.
KJ said this on August 27, 2009 at 1:45 pm