Love Poem for the Lost (Upon Coming to America)
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Category: Writing and Poetry

Love Poem for the Lost
(Upon Coming to America)


I came to you with stars
and painted sky:
a new day and promise.

You received me
unsure and trembling.

Where have you gone
my lover, my friend?
Unrecognizable
and lost

behind a haze of medication
and daily dose of paranoia.
Your beautiful brain in stages
of decay:

not too far gone,
I pray.

The rage, you rage,
your rage-
against what?

Rage against your neighbor,
rage against a thought,
rage within rage.

The rage is palpable
yet owes itself to no reason
but serving plates of rage

and you are lost in line at the buffet.
Your beautiful soul fading
into a void of rage:

not too far gone,
I pray.

Should I cast you aside now
that the illness has come to light
and there is work to be done
my friend, my lover?

Like so many, should I forget
all about you and the shining light
you once were?

I remember the song you sang
and the promise you once
whispered in my ear
at passion's threshold.

You were like the bread of life
for me: but you are going

yet not too far gone,
I pray.

I come to you with stars
that are now falling but
not yet fallen.
I come to you with fading
not yet faded
painted promises.



Nov 20, 2008 Nancy Jay

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