I lost my faith

Poem for Molly

the Phone call
gut pain like internal drowning
time stops yet accelerates
arrive on the scene
the scene of helplessness
nothing can be done
attempts
failure
further attempts
last attempts
gut pain like internal drowning
finality
close
the phone call
the nuances of lack of understanding
the bad dreams; real and unreal
gut pain like internal drowning
visions.

Many months later..........

I can't remember her
guilt
the re-live
the replacement
gut pain like internal drowning
an old photograph on a phone
to lose a friend is to lose a piece of yourself and it's replaced by carbon

DIE FOR YOUR ART

Welcome to Die for your Art.

here you will find thoughts on events that go beyond simply the event itself. As events happen we remember them, but ask yourself, how did it makes us feel? What were the nuances, the ambiances, the layers and the subtle 'de ja vu' like augmentations that complete the experience?

Please feel free to write about similar experiences, but remember to keep it vague; concentrate on the feeling not the event.