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Seashells!

Death: Losing Heath Ledger!

By Jennifer CooleyPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Seashells!
Photo by Fas Khan on Unsplash

~ Sea Shells ~

I’m not so sure

What going door to door

Has to do with the pain

In my life that 24 hrs a day can’t make go away,

Walking around on the earth

Where we dwell,

Feeling emptiness

That time cannot fill

Marching along 2 by 2 as soldiers do,

Never having a chest to lay my head on to rest

While sharing the word

As many have heard

About a promise to live in a world of

Good where pain and sickness

Will be no more,

As I shake inside

Waiting to realize an experience

That 66 books can’t give me

Though I remain true to the

Truth of the words they bare,

As I live each day working toward

A freedom that waits for me

Upside down

In Australia!

Part 2

The water swirls the other way

In a toilet bowl I wait to look into

So I can take a walk with a guy down a road

Alone to find an ending long overdue in my life,

That I’ve been ripped off from having;

The freedom of my life

Compromised because of injustice that I’ve struggled

My way thru leaving a place I long since stopped

Wanting to return too…

My skin cannot graph on to you

How walking those old haunted stomping grounds makes me feel,

For the time you were never there

Meant to be shared with you

As I cried and threw rocks at walls

Divorcing buildings and bedrooms

I’d like to burn to the ground and

All the things I’d like to see turned to ashes;

So that I don’t have to live in purgatory

Because of how sensitive the topic is

That my quiet heart will not live in

A lie around others anymore,

I’m not so sure what going door to door

Has to do with the pain my life,

Walking around on the earth where we dwell

Feeling an emptiness that time

Cannot fill; marching 2 by 2 as soldiers do,

The most important kiss of my life was

One that never got finished!

Time heals all wounds

Except for the ones in the heart…?

Never could figure out what people

Like about beer!

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Jennifer Cooley

I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!

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