Untimely Death         (Lorae M. Love, b. 1950, d. 4/4/1982)

An untimely death 
       quite evitable and predictable. 
A theft of life
       Irreparable, irreplaceable.
The one at fault
       can be found quite accountable.
The ones who suffered loss
       won't find justice equitable.

My friend has passed on. 
Extinguished is her flame of life, 
Desiccated by the forged steel 
Brandished by that disturbed man. 
A dearly departed soul who 
had the misfortune of latching on 
to an imbalanced man.

            -BULLSHIT-

These niceties have no place in my memory. 
She was robbed of life, 
Her children and friends 
Robbed of her warmth 
The man, an egotistic thief 
     THIEF!     THIEF! 
killed her.

Blind possessive rage colored 
Those eyes that saw no further 
Than the frontiers of their own heart. 
And he raped her with his knife 
Deep, deep into that warm and tender heart. 
And finally he was a man. 
And now she was always his.
 

I have no anxiety of the death 
that comes with the change of the season. 
I sorrow for those who close their doors in spring. 
I agonize for those who are not given their own chance. 

Outliving the Untimely Death

Please let me proceed you 
       in parting from this life, 
for the anguish of my solitude 
       can only grant me strife.

The wounds we feel, 
       the emptiness, 
That constant gnawing pain, 
The quickly fleeing memories 
of once what we considered sane, 
- Can make me only sadly, detest - 
-Can make me only shudder in protest -
Outliving the untimely death.

You see for me its history now.
I have it in my hand.
And when I sit to contemplate
As I often try (and can)
What once were thoughts of new frontiers,
New lessons to be learned,
Have now become the bitter dregs
Because you’ve gone, all spurned,

This desire I feel, 
       selfish its true, 
of bidding farewell first, 
is not to say I really would 
But showing you my curse 
Which is the love I have for you,
and know I always will,
You who’ve gone from us
Leaving voids we cannot fill.