I Thought You'D Always Be There
Just yesterday morning
my saga to you
put an end of my life,
I can attest.
To the deep sadness
felt to the marrow
of my bones.
The grieve and hurt
flow through the narrow
aperture of my heart.
I just can't remember
your face and I cry
and people shy away
they have the temerity
to avoid a proclivity
for irony and negativity.
I've seen agonizing anguish
and I've seen death mourns,
the loss of a family and friends,
but only when I lost you,
I felt the barren nakedness
unpleasant layers
of a nuance and hurt.
But I always thought that
You'd always be there.
Won't you look down
upon me, Jesus
and ease the pain.
11/25/2018
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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