Losing someone who is still alive
Is like finding remnants of disbelief
The loss, cataclysmic
Touching pores, rubbing bones,
A wealth of hope insulted.
Circumstances, unconscionable
For she was part of me and
All I know
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Author:
Katie B. (
Online) - Published: March 20th, 2026 07:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Lost relationship with daughter
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
It is a sad occurrence that happens from time to time and one wonders when this began and why. One searches memory for signs unless one can identify the occurrence and reason. A haunting poem Katie where some of us experience this temporarily and others permanently. It is daytime darkness nature's need for independence taken too far. Well written
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