I Love You, Big Jim

Away he goes, right on back to the mines

And she, with unborn child sits, just waiting.

Soft voices quietly revealed the signs,

Her head spinning, her conscious debating.

She won’t touch her breakfast of eggs and toast,

And the table has never seemed so long.

His seat, far away, holds the marriage ghost,

And now believing she did something wrong.

All that is left to do is to just forget,

Forget the words that were softly spoken,

Forget the mistress who she never met,

The unborn kin will not see the broken.

And so she does nothing but wait on him,

Rehearsing her lines, “I love you, big Jim.”

Tragedy

Empty. Just empty.

Love me, I’m tragic.

Hold me, I’m fragile.

What is there to hold onto anymore?

My inner desires are buried deep in a mass of weeds and dandelions.

What I’ve always known is right along with them, intertwined with the roots.

I’m searching, searching for something that I cannot find.

I’ve searched under the sea, across the plains, through time and I cannot find it.

It’s lost in the darkness of my bedroom before I close my eyes.

Like an atom it appears in front of me and in a mili-second is gone.

It wont let me have a flicker of feeling. It took away all feeling from my bones.

I shiver because its so cold inside of this body that lay alone, with nothing to hold onto. When I leave, what will become of this place? Will it rot to the ground? Will it fall apart? Will it build itself up to be the most beautiful?

Get me out.

I am empty. I am searching.