From the wine glass beside her
tears and sorrow overflow
as the warm running tap
meets the worried visitors
by the doorstep
in flowing red carpet
Floating, in her final quiet place
and open wrists, in that moment
she says all she could never say
The notes grant her every wish
as in the background, on repeat
Elton John sings Nikita
knowing very well the bathtub
runs so deep, the depth of her departure
is something, they will never understand
Even so, in their hurried attendance
they never take the time
to hear her unspoken words, pouring
out the mouth, of the unrelenting tap
just as she predicted -
In her silence, all she wanted
was just to be heard
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2023 12:57
- Comment from author about the poem: At times we are drowning, and all we need is just to be heard, lest we become voiceless, in the sea of our despair.
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Conveys a very deep message. Sad yet a nice write!
Much appreciated Novaa. Thank you for the kind visit.
powerful read with an important message
Accept my gratitude, fellow writer. ❤🙏🏼
I don’t know why this takes me to that moment for Whitney Houston! Huge voice but not necessarily heard in the noise of it all-Thank you for giving voice for all those who have felt voiceless at times…
I suppose to listen and to hear are not the same thing, and make a huge difference to all of us, in dire moments especially. Very true about Whitney... Thank you dear Poet.
A real tear-jerker. Very well written. Often, people choose a way out that they believe conveys their message, yet will never know that it leaves loved ones in despair as well.
I couldn't have said it better. The tragedy in the most tragic, when only the remaining scene knows the questions and answers. Thank you so much for the kind visit. 🙏🏼
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