Darlene
Zagata
"Vicious Circle" |
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I see your still form lying there covered in cold hospital sterility. Its image carved into my brain. Flesh still warm and tender. Reminiscent of its former life. My feelings mixed are incomplete. No time to bid our love farewell. This death--it steals what life creates. The birth canal becomes a tomb that lies in wait with open jaws to feed and feast upon the flesh. Its monstrous appetite devours. It's said that death has lost its sting yet lessened pain I can't imagine. The sound of sirens burn my eyes and time repeats itself again like a circle where I'm trapped doomed forever to repeat this vicious image in my head. The sad expression on your face-- I know you didn't want to leave. Time is not always a friend. Consumes us slowly like a flame. We're taught there is a greater plan. No answers feed a hungry soul. Existence is a patchwork quilt and we're the pieces sewn together until the Fates decide one day to cut the thread--unravel us. Copyright © 2002 Darlene Zagata |
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