POETRY

A Waste of Time

A Free Verse poem

I’ve trespassed this cemetery before in search of your bones I can still hear their rattle a child’s toy like the games we once played

I’d close my eyes, counting you’d zigzag through stones then duck and hide your bones chattering against cement — you could never hold still

I pretended to search to give you a moment’s reprieve a semblance of sanity as I called out long lost ghosts and then popped out behind you your hair standing on end as fright overcame you

It was a waste of time to include you to hope you’d enjoy these outings the longing, the need to be one with you here but you were never one for the dead

I lived for the dead slept upon gravestones curled up in freshly dug earth made love there, under darkness — I wanted to share this with you

It was you who claimed I shared nothing that I held back kept you at a distance roamed the streets in the night without you but you couldn’t understand my desires the uncontrollable need for Death

You questioned everything — the darkness that sustained me the need for moonlight upon my skin the unquenchable thirst of blood from His cup

And even when Death claimed You You knew I would walk these graves call out your ghost sleep upon your marker and waste my time here forever with you

©2015 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her creative writing blog, Ravyne’s Nest and random ramblings on her personal blog, A Delicious Torment.