Sometimes Parts of Us Need to Die

questions once plaguing me
begging me for answers
tumble into their own abyss
following what they seek
like stampeded buffalo off a cliff

it used to matter
everything did
it doesn’t any more
because it all mattered
for the wrong reasons

it’s not about me
or you
what we said
or even did
there’s so much more
beyond our words
and actions
things that really matter

just this morning
two thick dark clouds blocked the sunrise
my heart cursed the darkness
like an old man reviles his last years
filled with intolerable pain

then a funny thing happened
a piece of me died suddenly
something once mattering a great deal
now that it’s gone
it’s clear to me
it should never have been born

gone are those questions
attached to that piece of me
following their answers
into the abyss
birthing them in the first place

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About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

16 thoughts on “Sometimes Parts of Us Need to Die

  1. This is another interesting side to you, Don! I’ve enjoyed seeing your various styles and subject matters these past few posts.

  2. dear poet

    it’s been more than two weeks now I found your poetry, you are a great voice. touching, thoughtfull, analitical poems. enjoied them a lot.

    sincerely
    maya the poetess 🙂

  3. It’s so true – we do have so many things that need to go. The problem, I guess, is that there are many things we want to die, but won’t. If only…

  4. Andrew: Thanks. Much of what we worry about finds a way of disappearing when the worrying stops. At least that has been my experience. And, sometimes when new things are born inside us, the old that we don’t need any more dies.

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