Metamorph Contest
Old poem:
Sorry for Your Loss
“I’m sorry for your loss,” you say
As if those words make it okay
Well it’s NOT okay, I’M NOT OKAY
Nothing will ever be the same!
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t drink
All I can do is think think THINK
About how she’s gone and never coming back
But she can’t be gone; she’s my other half!
How could this happen on our wedding day?
She never had a chance to proclaim
“I do!”
A heart attack at 32
32!
Our life together, an unraveled spool
Gone, before it began –
Why God, did this have to happen – to me, to us?
How could You take someone I LOVE so much?
Tell me WHY, what was the point -
Why her, why NOW? I’m going crazy
Trying to figure it out!
She was my world, my life, my reason to live
And You took her, YOU TOOK HER
And left me like this –
With a HOLE
Like the Grand Canyon
Inside my soul
Why did You take her and leave me alone?
Why won’t You answer? I deserve to know!
She was my home, my HOME, and You left me
A L O N E
You had to know this would rip me to bits -
Thanks a lot, for the WORST WEDDING GIFT!!!!
morphed into tanka:
Dear God
How could you take my bride on
our wedding day?
She was my heart, my SOUL -
I DO believe I HATE YOU
for Debbie's metamorph contest
Debbie, I hope you will see my tanka as modern. I know that there are usually no caps, but rules can be broken and they were done for effect.
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2013
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