Burnt Starlight: Book of Poetry and Prose

The Everlasting Ache

Feet run, but they never walk,
Voices cry, but they never talk,
Screams fill the air like a wild furry,
In the end, I wonder what causes the blurry,
Streaks that stain the white rugs and fills with agony,
It leaves streaks on my veins and stings inside of me.
Ever opened wounds that pour infinitely and eternally,
Blood that turns stale in a mahogany,
Tears that burn down my cheeks,
And yet they always called me weak,
Have they seen the blood that ran down my back and down my chest?
Is God playing an evil trick on me for the world to jest?
Life laughs at me from every corner,
Death mocks me as the scorner,
Yet I put on that face every day, that smile,
I wonder when I can cry and feel the pain swallow down the bile,
Or will I ache for something that cannot return?
And take my heart from me and let it all burn?
She is gone forever but I still feel her,
She's in my memory and it burns brighter,
I still hear her whisper sweet love into my ear,
Even when all I saw was faceless fear,
Did she die for me to mourn?
Why did she die right after she was born?
God, what has death has made me?
It all just comes out blurry.
It was years; now I count three,
But she stands inside my mind in eternity.
She was my light that was taken too soon.
Her absence seems my doom.
Aliyah, why did you go?
You'll never see another first day of snow,
As it falls on your rosy cheeks,
You'll never see the sun that burned your feet,
You'll never have a boyfriend,
You'll never see Disneyworld or Universal Studios,
You'll never see the meteor shower I promised,
I'll never see you grow up into a lady,
I'll never see your smile that made me stay,
You'll never reach twenty, fifty, or eighty,
And I doubt I will either.
But I still think of you every day,
So don't leave me in my memory.
Or there will nothing left of me.