Friday, August 22, 2008

Poems from World History

From the Depths of My Pain

I still cry
whenever I see
the pictures I have
left of you.
When I remember
your sleek beauty,
your speed, your voice,
I can't contain
the racking sobs,
the painful tears,
and the ripping in my heart.
And when I think
the words I always do,
my knees buckle.
I hit the ground hard
to cry into my knees,
because you're not here
to cry to anymore.
I whisper, over and over,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm so, so sorry...
I can still hear
your last screams,
and see the blankness
in your eyes,
just before you died.
You didn't even
hear me say goodbye,
and 'I love you...'
one last time.

I love you, I miss you, my heart still screams when I think your name. I'm sorry, I should have been there to save you. I failed you. Please forgive me. Please love me. Please come back.

1 comment:

~caitlin11 said...

You are an amaaing writer.