I first wrote this poem on October 20th, 1997. Heartbreak was the reason. As I was working on a chapter in my book last weekend, I ran across it, and decided to rewrite it. The new and old versions follow:
From 01/08/11:
Loss is the dark requiem
When suffocated by separation
Dead souls in repose are
Feathers of a broken heart’s bed
A claustrophobic coffin
Comforts the loveless
When there is no air to breathe
From 10/20/97:
Sense of loss.
Requiem.
Repose of the souls of the dead.
Rest.
Sleep.
Peace.
A part of me missing.
Loss of that piece.
Dark.
Black.
Claustrophobe.
Suffocating.
Can’t get out.
Can’t sense movement.
Where is she?
Loss of sense.
Quiet.
