The Poem
poetry by Heather Truett
http://www.madamerubies.com
art by Malik Seneferu
http://www.malikseneferu.com
I didn’t write the poem
that would have spread across the world
and brought it peace.
The words were weaving in
and out and far between
each sinew of my brain.
I saw them there
and my heartbeat stopped
to capture them all.
I sighed to sleep
in deepest peace
and knew good dreams would come,
but when I woke
it was gone
The lyric mourned and wailed.
I have nothing now
to offer you
except myself.