Why must others fear the coming?
It’s only a peaceful kiss.
There’s only one relation,
The only existing answer.
It can never escape the agony
Of blood and sacred remarks.
I want to be relieved.
Relieved of the emptiness I feel.
So hollow with sorrow.
I cannot find the comfort of the loss I found in the eagle.
Yet to know his soul soars high and free,
Is the only thing that soothes me.
Why is it necessary to experience the pain of grief?
If there’s really nothing to feel,
Then why must they have to escape?
We can’t keep on,
Pretending it will be.
It’s only a matter of misery
Before we see the light.

1-25-1992 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire