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Life Goes On

Life does go on even if we still mourn we have to learn to wipe with our hands because soon all the paper towels are gone Sometimes I don't know if I can face this globe without you there is a hole in my heart that I will never be able to remove so I'll call you my tattoo the skies the limit it's what you always use to say but it still pains me that your up in that same sky today I walk with my shoulders high same brown eyes of the solider that lies 6 inches deep the same eyes of the man in the casket that I can no longer see we all bleed for one reason or another and I'm still black it doesn't make any difference if my skin is vanilla I'm trying to make it to my dreams I'll sling myself to the top like a propeller even though nothing is as easy it seems they say when it rains it pours well I'd rather be wet than stuck in side not opening doors you swore you'd always be here and I swear I can still hear you that's why every now and than I look behind me it's as if your still lingering in the air like mildew I have yet to find someone who I could fall head over heels for I guess being a daddy's girl you'll always have my heart that's what it's here for I've had people slice and dice me like apples and pears but I'm still here I learned that life does go on even if we still mourn so I wipe the tears away and look forward to tommorrow because I know it will be a brighter day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/20/2009 6:32:00 AM
I feel your pain.My brother just passed away.and every moment and every little thing reminds me of him.His presence is everywhere around me.And sometimes its strange,but others im glad he is still here watching over me.My other brother is in Afghanistan now(army)You just have to understand that its all in his plan.
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Date: 6/19/2009 8:47:00 PM
Shahana, you beautiful person, what a sweet, mystical, dreamy verse you have written! your Pop sounds like he was very special!! Love, jim
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