The Broken Spirit

[enolavisten]

The Broken Spirit

Can you not move?
Can you not speak?
There are errands to run
And people to greet.

I cannot move.
I cannot speak.
There's a hole in my chest
Can you not see?

I see nothing
It's all in your head
Here are your orders
Get out of bed

~How can I communicate
The sorrows of my soul
When this passive expression
Is left untold...
Here is the question
I leave for you to read.
Have you ever lost someone,
That you thought you'd never need?
Well this is your chance
To answer in full
My life is done
This gun is cold~

Why did you go
I thought you were fine
Your death is cold
My eyes were blind.
You left behind
This little note.
Now I can feel
What you had wrote.

~Can you not move?
Can you not speak?
Can you now see the words
That were not there to read?~

[virtuoso]

I think that this melancholy suit fits well. The rejoinder of an expressionless mime. His lack of feeling only spurs the ingratiated minds of the living to seek further solace. I like the Imploring plea in this poem.