The Day After
This poem is still coming together, but I thought I'd share it today (especially since I haven't posted in quite some time).
1.
Morning - A cold breeze hits her face
while walking to the mailbox.
Nothing inside.
2.
Afternoon - Today's lunch sits
half-eaten on the sofa.
She is balled up beside it, sobbing.
3.
Evening - She doesn't recognize
the person in the mirror.
Gone. Empty. No longer there.
4.
Midnight - She wakes up in the midst
of a scream, in a sweat soaked nightgown,
unable to breathe.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published February 2014.
1.
Morning - A cold breeze hits her face
while walking to the mailbox.
Nothing inside.
2.
Afternoon - Today's lunch sits
half-eaten on the sofa.
She is balled up beside it, sobbing.
3.
Evening - She doesn't recognize
the person in the mirror.
Gone. Empty. No longer there.
4.
Midnight - She wakes up in the midst
of a scream, in a sweat soaked nightgown,
unable to breathe.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published February 2014.
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