In Memory

When A Loved One Dies

by Leon Knight

Poetry is the process

of cleansing my wound,

the tweezers

for removing

grains of sand

inbedded in my skin.

 

Poetry is antiseptic

painfully applied

before the wound festers

salve rubbed in

fear of infection.

 

Poetry is the stiching clamp

held between my teeth,

the pain killer

so I can sleep.

 

Poetry is acceptance

of future scars,

and aches on foggy nights.

 

Poetry is a way of surviving

when a loved one dies.

 

 

Done