#1

by me

There's a talking of dying,

the crying, and losing inside

or outside or perhaps just around the corner

of a loved one or a distant one

an unnamed or an unreported.

There's a talking of such things

and it brings to mind the state,

a disastrous state of curiosities

and lament. What to do with it?

Ask the preacher?

There's a talking to a preacher

or teacher or priest and heard 

is a word, well a supposed word from God.

But what does he/she/they know about

death, decay, and decomposition?

There's a talking of an eternal

with an infernal undying fire of love

speaking from a burning bush, but hear me!

I have no need of your kindling and crackling

when all I want is my sister back.

There's a talking of want and need

that bleeds from the pores of one 

crying in a garden for fear of loss or absolute loneliness.

Sometimes I need no words of hope, but instead

to draw near to that one and stay awake just to know morning will come.