In the black he is gone to an empty space.
Please pardon my tears.
I have them in buckets yet I can’t let them fall.
The shimmer of a light.
I found it awakening.
The ghost inside me has lived, but it’s beauty hasn’t.
For what can I do, I must watch my destiny being slaughtered.
Its vibrant colors springing and running.
To the shining stars.
Perhaps I shall sing their name when I am in heaven.
The slaughterhouse is far from where I live.
I shall go there one day.
I shall stay to the side for he might see me.
I shall take my revenge.
I look ugly sitting here,
But what else do I have to do?
I am not getting up, for sure.
It’s time to begin once again.
I am going to be happy again,
Be the poet I used to be.
Whose work was to untangle those untidy ropes,
With depression in their eyes.