The Dark days

Paul Bell

He saw her through the dark days

It took time

But time was all he had

The battle, he was  winning

He could plan the future

Small steps

But steps nonetheless

They would walk, talk

He wouldn’t rush

The critical time would come

The second breakdown

He would be ready

Had to be

The pouring of grief trickling,

Flowing quicker,

Then the torrent

It was hell on earth

Described like an exorcism

She would sleep now

He could relax

Regain his thoughts

Plan the next step

He was in a positive mood

He went to check on her

No sign

His heart began to beat faster

Logic was lost

Run and search

Not panicking, but panicking

Blind panic now

Tears were flowing

In his mind, he saw it

Dismissed it

Find her, keep searching

She was gone, he knew

Hated himself

He sat down in despair

She was watching him

Trying to take his pain

Reassure him

Take the burden away

It would take time

But time was all she had now

She was released

The pain had gone.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2022 04:35
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 23
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  • Rocky Lagou

    Wow talk about a journey through words. I love the way you crafted and formatted this piece dear Paul. That build up to an eventual demise and then that refrain, "But time was all (s)he had," being passed on from the initial speaker to the woman is spectacular. Amazing.

    • Paul Bell

      I was sort of hoping she was happy in leaving this life.

    • Bella Shepard

      Knowing that something is imminent never truly prepares you for the reality when it hits. I think that you have captured the whole process of death and recovery with time, the healer, beautifully in your words.

      • Paul Bell

        Time is the great healer.

      • Rozina

        Sad and beautiful Paul.

        • Paul Bell

          Thanks, Rozina.

        • spilleronsheet

          Nothing seems eternal
          Not us
          And maybe later not even our deeds
          Amongst all, time shall remain supreme
          Very well crafted dear Paul.

          • Paul Bell

            Time sure is the custodian.



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