I have a wound that seeps- <br />it’s ugly and unkind; I beg it not to speak- <br />it haunts me still, so I lay quietly, <br />stitching my lips together, so that my tongue, <br />my greatest infliction, cannot destroy you. <br /> <br /> <br />I've sealed my worth in the grave, <br />(headstone-less) <br />forgotten to remember the years <br />that made me, fat on dreams- <br />now I recall nothing of worth or distinction- <br />only that one morning, I woke <br />fallen from heaven, <br />without wings to canopy my sulking head; <br />if only I would of put them to some use. <br /> <br /> <br />I bring roses to my tomb- <br />red ones, yellow ones, grey ones even- <br />the cathedral glass streaked tears, <br />the footsteps of some foreign god <br />disturbed the bells- <br /> <br />In a glass I collected rain <br />then cut my finger to add to it, the flavor of pain- <br />I watched as one tiny dropp of life, rippled <br />from center to circumference- <br />The ground drank poison from my hand: <br />flowers wilted and trees withered, <br />children aged and bonds were severed- <br />then I wept, for I was alone, except <br />for one colorless rose, <br />stem without petal lay at my feet- <br />but soon it died too, and for death, <br />I loved my tragedy.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-slow-walk-in-the-evening/
