Insanity
A word of poetry, a touch of your cheek,
every syllable, a sensation,
I kiss you, and love has words,
Slipping. Truth. Boil.
I feel the
scar on your face.
No. Stop. In
past.
Straight hair, in my hands and everywhere,
Never. No more.
If we made love I might explode.
Slipping. Reach.... Remember.
Time. Slipping
In and
out
In and out
In and out
In and out
of my mind...
Mourning Darien
One week, no two
How long has it been?
Oh yes,
One week, six days and 5 hours
Since
I had to say goodbye
I had to.
It was not my choice
I would have fought
Until my heart stopped
beating
But I would have fought
And lost
And my heart would still be
beating
Too bad for me
I’m mourning Darien
The man I love is gone
That’s all that needs to be
said
He’s gone from me
And I don’t know how to
mourn.
Should I consider him dead?
And the man walking the earth is a copy
Should I consider him on vacation?
With no return trip
Should I consider him imaginary?
No one can tell me
I’ve asked everyone I know
They say I must move on
I know that’s what I have to
do
But my question was,
How should I mourn Darien?
Shaquana Adams is a graduate of Francis
Marion University. Adams has been writing poetry since she was 12. She enjoys
reading, crocheting, and yoga in her spare time.
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