Poem By Melcrum A.J
She has gone.
The harmony of my bones
Which I took for granted
Has left me.
My feet drag like soft lead,
And my limbs are liquid.
My cramped, jagged belly cries out for peace.
I did not know
I loved her this much.
Now, wings of pain
Hover around me,
Groaning in my nerves and muscles,
Slicing through every sensation
And thought I have,
Waiting for me, again and again,
Around the blind corners
Of a confused and disjointed future.
O God, my fragile soul
Fights for its very life,
Stretched and scalded
By every waking minute.
How can I breathe the air of this shocking pain?
I would rather be burnt alive
To ease the pain and have it over.
Light the fire now!
How can they say suffering is a gift –
When I fight to stand up straight?
Oh, I have lost my darling wife!