In Other Words {a collection of assorted poems}

poem 4

The Morning the Sun Didn’t Rise

The morning the sun didn’t rise Momma cried in the shadows of the moon. Lost in her grief drowning in pain. The morning the sun didn’t rise Daddy paced the floor pleading with God to take him instead of me. The morning the sun didn’t rise my brother Kyle punched a hole in a wall Yelling stupid stupid over and over again because it was he that introduced me to danger. The morning the sun didn’t rise in a dream my jilted lover grabbed my arms and shook his regrets into me. He shook me with the fierceness of the sun and scolded me with his love. In our last kiss he strangled me with his tongue as he begged me to stay.  The morning the sun didn’t rise my blood swirled around me in a cooled breeze. My words created a corridor I traveled to the clouds. The morning the sun didn’t rise I cried a cry so cleansing I fell asleep with a heaving of the chest and no tears I cried from the clouds I rested my head upon. I cried a cleansing rain that washed the land and stomped the rooftops. The morning the sun didn’t rise my family ran from the house and was purified by the cleansing rain that was my tears. They were baptized in my love and opened their mouths to the havens to swallow little pieces of my soul. So whenever the sun rose or set I’d be with them. The morning the sun didn’t rise I kissed the stars good day and slept on the back of an angel my guide to eternity. Before I left the galaxy I bid a star to love me and shine his light in place of Apollo’s sun. The morning the sun didn’t rise the love I laid in Jupiter illuminated the sky and warmed the universe in its place.