Friday, March 05, 2010

When the Loss was Noticed

Out of my mouth
a sound
only part of me cares to own
a hollow roar
from the small child in my belly
who has never truly silenced
wailing like a barrel
the grief of the young
smuggled away as an adult
coughed out in tiny burps
this cry
like a plucked string
resonance from my bones
from the holes in my marrow
the cosmic pulse
my own existence exerts

1 comment:

Roots said...

I know what that feels like. I've had to experience it myself in full force just recently.