Damoblog

The world is calling you away
And your leaving was just a way
of staying with what you’d come to say

This pain is a poem
Slowly written
Torn from the book
and cast into a corner where
no one could look

This rage for all to see
caught fire and burned all around me
til there was nothing left to burn

Now I stand alone in these attic bones
And re~read that poem
all yellowed with age

Tears heal such as healing is
So I cast that page into the ashes
And there is no blame
Only shades of regret
And those too will forget
As the world calls me away”