Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.12

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem



There are no words woven tightly enough,
no whispered solace, no comforting embrace,
that can truly ease the jagged edges of this loss.
My heart, a bruised and fragile thing,
aches with a relentless rhythm, each night bleeding into day,
and day a stark reminder of what will never be.

To witness the final, fading light
of someone so young, so vibrant, so loved –
my own dear niece – remains a torment.
An unimaginably brutal theft, a life unlived.
Sleepless nights become theaters of memory,
the sterile white of the hospital room replaying,
the hushed whispers, the beeping machines,
and then... the stillness.

The image of her last breath, a fragile butterfly escaping,
is etched onto the back of my eyelids,
a haunting tableau that refuses to fade.
Her memory, a bright and persistent star,
pierces the darkness of my thoughts,
a constant ache, a phantom limb I reach for.

The pain I feel, raw and unrelenting,
is the measure of the love we shared,
the unbreakable bond with that beautiful soul
now gone beyond my reach.
There is no map for this desolate terrain,
no right way to navigate this crushing grief,
only the stumbling steps of a heart trying to mend.

And so, I speak her name into the empty air,
a desperate attempt to hold onto her essence.
As I remember her laughter, her light, her kindness,
the dam of my resolve breaks, and tears flow freely,
a river of sorrow carving its path down my face.
She will forever reside within the deepest chambers of my being,
a precious gem locked away by grief.
But O, it is a weight so heavy, this burden of absence,
so terribly hard to carry alone through the long, echoing days.

©bfa050425

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required