Hearing Death

Sitting in the highest, deepest
Point of my chest,
Hidden by laughter and smiles
But felt deeply, hovering like a
Blackness over every
Thing,
Moment,
Thought.

Waiting, like a carriage, poetically -
Immortality.
Showing its face across tangential lives
First missing, then lost, then gone
Flung deep into the
Water
Mountain
Air.

Tears that know no place
Or timely surface
A feeling of inert loss and pain
Remembrances of moments once known
And unknown
Lives
Loves
Death.

Sitting in the highest, deepest
Point of my chest….

by Cathleen Treacy on Saturday, October 06, 2012

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