My heart
stopped in
1963
when I
was
three
years old
it stopped
I could not
tell
you
why
I failed to understand
all I know is it stopped
I used to sit on my own
play
on my own
play baby Bach on
my own
but never
knew why I
felt sad
so lonely
and
never
understanding
why
My heart
was frozen
as if in pain
it died one
day yet carried
on
living
How do you explain
the loss
the feeling of pain
it
takes
away the smiles
and
happiness
I asked my
mother
and she said
when she left
my father I never
smiled
again
my heart was
frozen in a grimace lost in thought
happy and
sad
squashed together
in agony leaving
no stone
unturned
and never
feeling secure
and
warm again
gone were happy days
in the snow
long gone
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