Memoriam Poem by Tracy WatsonBrown
Memoriam
The face I see is one with drained flesh
Losing form and identity;
Bones breaking through the outer parts.
Hands, knarled and stiff,
Tense, unrelaxed
And hair wrongly arranged.
Life is gone- an empty shell remains
And yet you are the man
Who laughed and argued,
Frowned and shouted.
Here you lie, unnaturally silent,
Present and absent;
A torment to my imagination
And no comfort for my loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/5/2024 4:45:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
