the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Marissa Leigh Dalton - One Poem


 I still feel your touch,
I still hear your voice,
But all you are is a memory,
A memory from long ago,
A time when I was happy,
A time when I was whole.

Now I am dead,
A rotting corpse in the ground,
But my soul lives on,
Hearing and feeling everything from before,
My heart lives on,
Sitting in my rotting chest