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What It's Like

I know what it’s like
To bury a brother.
Those words choke me
Every time;
Like I can wrap my throat
Around their certainty
And swallow it down
To dissolve its essence.
It’s no good trying
To take back assertions
That really aren’t made
Of words anyway.
Only stifling regrets
I can’t build on
And memories
I don’t look at anymore.

Comments

Rax said…
this piece's raw power renders me speechless. the choking image takes one's breath too, but we are forced to look and swallow the words even after the poem has ended, and perhaps even beyond- after we leave your site. now that is poetry.

(that and the fact you had me at the first lines. excellent write.)
Sarahjane said…
"it's no good trying
to take back assertions
that really aren't made
of words anyway."

I have to be honest. I think this is the closest I've ever seen to a correct conveyance of this feeling in words.
It echos in me, in my lower heart, my stomach, the loss implied.

It's a reminder of the pain of loving. I hate what it does to me, but I love that it can do it.
gel said…
Strong opening- pulls me right in to this rawness

I've buried others I loved.
These lines especially spoke to me, particularly from the simile "like" onward. I've read this poem several different times on different occassions. This part haunts me.

("Those words choke me
Every time;)
Like I can wrap my throat
Around their certainty
And swallow it down
To dissolve its essence."

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