PREMATURELY DEAD
Candice James
Copyright 2009
Many of the living in my world
Have become prematurely dead to me.
I wished and prayed they’d come into my life
Then I winked and blinked them out of existence;
Scissored their paper hearts
Out of my living breathing mansion of love.
I buried each disappointment along with a
Tiny chunk of my heart deep underground
Where I’ll never ever be able to find it again.
I’ve thrown away all my maps and directions.
I never want to visit this random village of venom again.
I’ve seen sunsets so rich and luxurious in color
And been tempted to revisit the graveside of
A few undead ghosts I so mercilessly killed
In a heartbeat; In a heartache; In my heart.
I have the power to resurrect them at will,
But I do not choose to give them life or love.
They drained the love and life out of me
Then shelled me, ate me up ravenously and
Spit me out like a rancid piece of meat;
Many still living in my world cause me discomfort
Like a fishbone that’s stuck but doesn’t choke.
I long to delete them from the book of life.
Hang them outside the scope of my vision;
Outside the range of my hearing;
Dead to me.
Yes, many of the living in my world
Have become prematurely dead to me.
Dead to me
Forever.