Poetry by Shannon Cassady
Shannon lives in Wausau, Wisconsin.
© 2011 Shannon Cassady
DO YOU FEEL THAT?
Mid-conversation with myself,
the world stopped spinning.
“Shh! Do you feel that?...The walls are tumbling down.”
I am now afraid knowing that
time is limited, as well as actions.
Today things changed.
THE PREACHER SAID HE’S
IN A BETTER PLACE…I KNOW THE TRUTH. SECRETLY, I WISH MY FAITH COULD COVER AS HIS
His story had reached
its end: the lid was closed, and the dirt caked over the cedar lid. They call
this the perfect opportunity to “finally move on.” I keep promising myself that
I won’t cry. I still can’t get over that smile. I’d never really seen it
before; it’s a little contagious, and it makes me want to cry. The common,
stained, stench of booze was gone now; now he smelled like a box that had been
forgotten, a box that was shoved into the corner of an old attic. He smelled
abandoned. He was so happy, so neat. His tie was perfectly adjusted, and his
jacket was well-ironed. He’d never dressed up, but today, he was lookin’ sharp.
I’d never seen him this peaceful, this quiet. He had a smile on his face – and
this time it wasn’t fake. He was always so angry…
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