Mindlovemisery presents another piece of powerful poetry. In the last nine words of the poem, she (re)traces my lifetime: She exists within us all/Unfindable but never lost.
Does God really favor the lost?
The way of stars shorn and cast away,
The way of lovers and revenge.
She hurts him as one steps on a shadow
Without knowing, in a state of sorrow
That renders her mad.
Her hesitations surrender to futility.
A choice between one death and another
One painless if not for satellites
One inescapable given the volume
Of her desires. Her music has a density
That crushes all who come near
Should she die others will follow.
She settles into a bed of wallpaper
Expectant but noncommittal.
Bone shavings cling to
Her unsteady vowels.
She writes sad poems
To an audience
That has substituted is for if,
To a world of anonymous doors
And falsely named occupants.
She exists within us all
Unfindable but never lost.