Waterloo Bridge - by Monet |
Perhaps she tried Johnny
but she couldn’t love you.
Did you struggle when
your lungs began to burn
until oblivion came?
At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
famine |