Monday, August 06, 2012

Running ~ A Poem by Cliff

I feel as if I've been running for years upon days.
And running to who knows where,
and from what?
Images flash into mind chased by gulped air,
family, friends,
her...
How could I have felt...
more...


Anaesthesia dulls, dumbs, numbs,
what should have been.
Perhaps...
Perhaps I should have felt...
more...
when I could?

Pain a welcome anything.
I welcome anything,
and turn away.
How could I?
Tear in eye, like blade in hand.


Memory lingers.
Pale...
and not what was.
Xerox copied certificates,
 not worth the emotional paper they are written upon.
But,
I could have felt...
more.