Lost In His Silence
I kneel in the middle of the page
trying to find the words I must have left there
I can't find them anywhere
no beginning
no closing
just open air brushing the wings of a poem
Never written
I've looked inside the ink
that only scratches the surface
leaving marks upon the paper
that remain blank
Except for the bruises
crying out from a heart broken in pieces
As poetry lays silent at death's doorway
For My Pop
2/22/08
I Love You