Aching Bruise
Everyone is getting ready
For the Holidays already.
Shopping, rushing around,
Yet in sorrow I do drown.
Their photos I came across
I feel pain, agony, the loss
For my life is an empty shell
It is my own special hell.
My babies are gone
And I am withdrawn.
Aching and in torment
Into this Hell I descent.
Crying, weeping, and numb
I wait for darkness to succumb.
I want to rant, rave, and wail
But alas it is to no avail.
I know this is my due
Yet some say it is untrue.
Either way, the pain is more
Than even I can ignore.
I can't catch my breath
Though I wish for death
I am still unfortunately here
Drowning in my endless tears.
You say I need to move on
That they are long gone
That this is what I deserve.
I say you have some nerve.
Who can so move ahead
With part of their soul dead?
Who can get off their knees
When they are filled with agony?
Just when I think I am ok
Something makes me sway
And to my knees I fall
And in torment I do crawl.
Will I ever be the same?
No and only myself to blame.
No more flickering flame
This I do proclaim.
There is this abyss
This hole that exists
This aching bruise
And sorrow does ooze.
My heart is broken
It is no mere token.
It cannot be healed
So forever it is sealed.
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoville | Year Posted 2009
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