English homework. I'm actually doing it, which is a nice change.
I’m sitting on this patch of grass,
A lonely gravestone at my feet.
Your life-prolonging hourglass
Has dropped its grains,
Declared defeat.
I’ve sobbed for days, for weeks, and yet
I still cannot look back and smile.
I’ve tried, but still I cannot let
you go. I stop
and cry awhile.
The thoughts inside my head are black;
They surge with an unbounded rage.
You’re dead, you’re gone, you can’t come back,
You’ve left me lone
To grieve and age.
I whisper to you in the night,
I tell my fears, admit my lies.
An owl hoots- I jump in fright-
I watch as it
Spreads wings and flies.
Your carcass lies within a box,
But that is all; you are not bones;
You’ve followed ‘long the orthodox
way of passage-
Heaven blown.
