A heavy weight blooms here in my chest
Videlicet, air escaping the room
Trials in life, make a sinner confess
While its greed quickly consumes the gloom
Grief finds a way of filtrating the bones
like the air that diffuses my lungs
Casually stealing all sense of hope
severing the voice of my tongue
Oozes and bleeds from a wound that won't heal
permeating everything that I grasp
Deeply eroding every feeling I feel
binding my spirit tightly in its clasp
Immeasurably immersed in a season of gray
the trauma finds solace in red
Draping me wholly in its velvet display
replaying the scenes in my head
What I used to was once now is over
what I am still remains to be seen
Searching for promise in fields of clover
grasping for someone that I've never been
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videlicet: that is to say; namely (used especially to introduce examples, details, etc.
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When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
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Comments (4)
Videlicet...I like writing that introduces me to new words. Good job on this poem!
Oooo, videlicet! That's such a pretty word! "Trauma finds solace in red" is my favourite line!
May you find it, may it be soon, & may it be beyond spectacularly awesome.
What a raw and deeply poetic depiction of grief! This made quite an impression!