The Pain Death Bestows
There was less affection when we last parted,
I had a feeling you were broken hearted.
It had been a few years since your pain started,
I thought in time you’d heal from my devotion
as your death grimly drifted in slow motion.
Your gentle sore heart was completely guarded.
So I tarry with fear to your resting place,
under an emerald pine wearing God's grace.
If only your warm arms were here to embrace
me when I miss you with woe at night alone-
My troubled forsaken heart has turned to stone.
I whisper hellos and goodbyes just in case.
The depth of my sorrow compares not to yours.
You wore burn holes on your sleeve to shield the sores-
My daughter in tears for years yet still adores
her auntie who left without saying goodbye,
not knowing how to tell her how you did die.
You made a choice to sail to heaven’s soft shores.
when you died.
I’ve lived eight years of strife-
since you, my sister…took your life.
I prayed for so long that your anguish would cease
as the loss of your smile brings me to my knees-
From death I'm deaf...but hear your laugh in the breeze.
*sorry this poem is so long, my muse kept spreading*
Move Me Poetry Contest
June 14, 2019
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