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Public Expressions of Private Pain

Updated on September 23, 2012

Sleep comes when it comes

And sometimes it doesn't come

No matter how tired you are

On a night that chills the bones

She lays uncovered

So I pull up the sheets and get a blanket

She stretches out and relaxes

Ready to be warm

Have you looked into the eyes

Of a dead person?

Not like the movies or tv

They had life, and now they don't

The eyes, it is said, are the windows of the soul

And when the body stops pulsing

The soul has left

Eyes that wouldn't shut in life

Closed forever in death

A mouth that remained slightly ajar

Now pulled shut, lips together

I put my hand on her chest

As she lay in the coffin

What did I feel?

The skin did not gain color

The chest did not move

My desire wavered

No, not my desire

She was never cold for the last month

That I looked on her with my eyes

And saw the beatiful soul living

In the bloated shell

It was a warm summer night

And she no longer needs

To be warmed up

Have you ever looked in a dead person's eyes?

copyright (C) 2012 christopher w neal all rights reserved


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      Chris Neal 5 years ago from Fishers, IN

      John -

      Thank you. It is difficult. I know she is with the Lord, but I cannot stop missing her. Bless you as well.

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      Chris Neal 5 years ago from Fishers, IN

      billybuc -

      I think about them all the time, but the pain still comes when least expected. Thank you so much for reading and for your comment.

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      Chris Neal 5 years ago from Fishers, IN

      whonunuwho -

      Thank you. I believe her soul is in Heaven but I miss her so badly. Thank you for your comments.

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      John Harper 5 years ago from Malaga, Spain

      Chris, I have sat here for a while, and there is nothing I can say, except I pray you find inner peace and that The Lord blesses you.


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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Very deep poem, eliciting thoughts of the transcendental. Great job!

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      whonunuwho 5 years ago from United States

      No matter the outer shell, the inner is the most beautiful and a part of all. I believe that the inner soul or spirit, leaves the bodily shell and joins others and moves toward the great light that we call heaven. Enjoyable work and thank you for sharing, this expression of the human kind.