• The Day My Uncle No Longer Was

    I felt a foreign grip on my throat.
    I did not recognize the moods
    But It had once been a fancy coat.
    A coat used to armor and shield my wounds.

    But today they were no longer lies
    They became my thunder reality.
    Where my world flooded with spies
    Each took part of my widowed insanity.

    I learned this pain was sorrow
    A luxurious emotion that always is and always was
    An emotion that became my most sacred silence
    It picked me that day my uncle no longer was