Two weeks blended in & past,
With the shock withered away.
I now wake up to feel numbness,
From my life that took a turn on dark day.
Your being subsists away from me now;
This drapes down a dramatically dark cloud.
Black showers pour down relentlessly;
the pelts purposely piercing with intention to take me down.
Then I wake up & enjoy the stare,
Directly into the Devil's eye.
Yelling at the bastard to fuck off & go,
My hardened look shows it’s not my turn to die.
I made you a promise on dark day,
As my tears poured down on your corpse.
With each forehead kiss I formed my everlasting promise,
& this promise will help fill the void.
Now I'm expected to move on,
from the hell-stain on dark day.
Assumed to presume society's game,
& To pretend I want to be here to stay.
The distance between us feels like an eternity.
From my insight I've come to see,
That all forms of communication are cut off,
As I feel seclusion thereof from she.
I never thought this reality could be true.
Stuck with a vivid comprehension of what used to be you.
Mesmerized from what I could have done,
While hoping I could still help you push on through.
Yet here we are today,
Entirely & forevermore.
The unsettled truth that dark day provided,
Has left me in wonderment and severely sore.
I'm sad to say this really is good-bye.
The last time I saw you alive we met with each other in the eye,
I cried with you to get help;
Although in that moment I knew you were going to soon die.
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Author:
Brian Goosen (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: May 17th, 2016 12:27
- Comment from author about the poem: This is my reflection upon my experience from my mother passing away. I hope you enjoy the read!
- Category: Reflection
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