what lays dead

I know you think, it was all a waste
years together now erased
signing your name on a dotted line
but you recall, a different time

healing eludes your heart right now
wounds still fresh from shattered vows
each day packing hopeless hurt
each night leaving you inert

inward screams, outward cries
trying to find the answer why
box it up, stick it under your bed
say a prayer for what lays dead

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License