how does it feel,
to see your friends die next to you
and your husband too?
until you’re the only oak
in a field of daffodils.
how does it feel,
to see death visiting,
knocking on the neighbour’s door
and knowing yours is second?
how does it feel,
to ask for help so often,
in a world that you´ve lived longer in
than any of your children?
how does it feel,
to see your children´s children blooming,
and doing things you never could?
how does it feel,
to live inside a house
that´s filled with your voice only,
for years and decades, now?
how does it feel,
to know you´ll not come home again?
how does it feel,
to know, you won´t see me again
or what I will become?
how does it feel?
and how did you manage to stay so damn happy
through all of that?
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Author:
junia (
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- Category: Reflection
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I love the rhetorical question you prompted with the title and it's very interesting. I feel like this touches on death and the unknown. Life is one big existential crisis that we're somehow wading through. I love the way you conveyed it! ✨
thank you 🙂
A commotion caused inside
As she wove the questions of her mind
A heart wrenching tale came with her sword
The sword dripping blue tears
As it went
“May I ask you something “
A very sad and emotive write
Teary to eyes
With loneliness building beside
Was life that long and hard to resist all time
Well done dear poetess
A beautiful script you crafted with the powerful pen of yours
thank you!
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