A Relationship Death Poem
because in times of stress
one has to fall back on what one knows
and everyone could use a little death
now and again.
A Relationship Death Poem
that’s not really a poem at all
but an exercise in self-soothing behavior.
A Relationship Death Poem
because I like it dark
and all this damned light is giving me a headache
and besides a shelf life is preferable to eternity.
A Relationship Death Poem
that’s not really about death or relationships at all
but proof I am still who I am.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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July 27, 2009 at 1:43 pm
Sara
Glad to have found your blog. Your poem is thought provoking. My Dad also recently wrote a poem about death. He wrote it while in the ER being evaluated (for 24 hours) for chest pains.
http://yourstorymatters2him.wordpress.com/2009/07/08/i-am-not-afraid/
July 27, 2009 at 6:16 pm
mariana
You have to be a good writer to write a raelationship death poem and for it not to be awfully bad
July 27, 2009 at 9:23 pm
medicatedlady
Thanks, mariana, you flatter me.
Sara, I loved that poem. Thank you for stopping by.
July 28, 2009 at 4:25 pm
Uncle Tree
And Billy Graham is still himself, too, I see.
.
.
How wood my life be if you weren’t around
doing your trimming and hedging your bets?
There is a man out there just waiting to have
his life ruined, and all you can think about is death?
Oh, go ahead. Make a shelf outta me!
They’re useful. Lay it on.
July 28, 2009 at 4:45 pm
B. R. Belletryst
I really like this poem. Mine revolve around nostalgia and loss, domestic sadnesses, but yours are slightly darker, as you state it. And I like it.
Everyone needs a bit of darkness. Like babies who keep their eyes closed for so long, we need some darkness to rest and just be.
–Bunny.
July 28, 2009 at 5:57 pm
jessiecarty
that first stanza has such a perfect tone to it 🙂
rock on ML!
July 31, 2009 at 9:43 am
Terry Sanford Smith
Thank you for reading my poems and your comments. There are two kinds of death I live with, physical death and relationship death (both are very real to me). It has caused me to ask real questions and be a seeker of life. Encouraging to find another on the journey. May comfort and peace be yours today.