poem

 Somebody DiesWhen you love somebodySomebody diesYou are that somebody.You are now deadYou become the personSomebody else has fallen in love with That ’s who you are now An object of loveIt ' s a tragedyAll those years of hard work and gritCarving out a sense of selfFrom a slab of heavy stone Now a statue in the rainAn empty cathedral on Sunday night Not the tree anymoreJust a warm nestWaiting for your morning songNot an oceanBut this little boat buffetedBy the swells of a black seaNobody drownsNor is there thoughtOf retreating into safe harborsOf former selvesIn the morning we wash upOn the shore of an undiscovered islandFirst thing we hear is the cannibalsBeating their drums But I ’m the one who is loved!We both shout at the same time Over the churlish din of waves crashing Then we begin to fightFists and scratchingRocks and gouging Vengeance for the deadWe mourn4/24/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 24, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs