This poem is dedicated to my Dad who passed away from cancer 5 years ago today. May you rest in peace and God bless your soul in paradise. I will see you yet again one day, it is the word of God.
Should I allow the swarming locusts of grief to burrow deep into my heart? Too late. Perhaps they’ll be merciful in this heart of flesh. In earnest they arrive to devour the land of the living, leaving little to be desired in its wake.
In unison they come seeking bold entry;their deep prying eyes bore into one’s soul, and escape is not an option.
One can only hope to endure the warm summer breezes bringing endless myriads and armies prancing on the horizon. Their cold steely gaze take aim, a plentitude of jaws set forth, their appetite destruction itself.
Will they devour me? Lay waste the sweet fortified towers of laughter, love, and affection? Can they reverse the inevitable course already drawn?
Although the thunderous clap of their dreaded wings spread like strident wildfire, they will not consume. Though their devilish jagged teeth clench like poisonous asps, they will not consume. Though they effortlessly breath gangrene and their message is death, they will not consume.
They will not consume this heart of flesh, for they will never devour the memory of the living.
RIP Dad
Benjamin Thomas
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