I’ve never been religious much —
My Faith is in the trees.
The sort of Lord I worship flies among the Bumblebees.
And my idea of Heaven is buried ‘neath Her leaves —
The dirt from which the flowers bloom is all I’ll ever need.
So to my Loves, who walk this Earth, when I should walk no more,
Dig me a Bed and plant me there, and I’ll grow just as before.
The screen in my window’s still down —
no wonder it’s so cold up here.
You’d think I’d know better, a house this old, this time of year.
And here I thought I shivered for the stress,
It’s getting hard to tell apart
My head from hell,
My melting heart:
A puddle on my driveway,
A stain upon my shirt.
Please just run away —
I don’t want you getting hurt.
I didn’t get out of bed this morning for twenty minutes
Lying in the dark in hopeful ignorance
Then I see my mother in the hall and I’m six years old again —
She has bad news —
Comments
So atmospheric, and the rhymes are so well done! The capitalization and diction also make it seem very Shakespearean. Nice job!
Thank you so much!
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