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You, Die Every Day

something is wrong with me like the way i think of you every single day, every day, since that day somehow old thoughts come creeping we are laughing about something that happened i remember you had a way of making me forget it was on that day that day i walked with the wind blowing against me angry at god i could have walked around the world yes but i walked to a park and sat on a bench screaming inside of me where we used to sit and talk your shoes were neatly placed waiting in the closet i sat on the bed i sat thinking waiting for your touch ( i still do ) you were my anchor my security now i have no direction i am lost in a sea of nothingness that day every day you, die every day i see it all replay in the shadows unbidden like an old movie knowing each line each scene are you going to cry says my sister yes, i think i will cry now the smell of red roses makes me sick when will you stop dying you, die every day, many times am i never to be free i imagine myself a bird resting in a tree quiet with the wind why do i stay i mean i can fly just fly into the sky oh yes, i cannot i am held by the thread of grief _____________________ April 4, 2017 Free Verse/You, Die Every Day Copyright Protected, ID 889358 Go Ahead . . . I Dare You John Lawless Fourth Place

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Date: 4/14/2017 4:21:00 AM
What a wonderful write dear BW...I am stunned...Just amazing....
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Date: 4/10/2017 6:30:00 PM
I am moved by this piece, a deep unsettling riveting quiver; well penned. Congratulations on your placement in the contest, though I feel I must say contest aside, this is an incredible write. xomo
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Date: 4/9/2017 7:24:00 PM
Such an incredibly sad piece, raw with grief and such sorrow. The subtle repetition really conveys the chaotic nature of our thoughts in the face of a devastating loss. I hope things are a little better with you now... thank you for sharing. Regards, John.
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Date: 4/9/2017 6:28:00 PM
..."I cannot I am held by the thread of grief". The canyons of the mind rife with ever living echoes. Had to read this several times. thanks for entering the contest
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Date: 4/3/2017 7:14:00 AM
Incredibly sad, these memories that repeat every day in the mind, like an old movie overplayed but still something about it holds us. To me this is a lover, someone every moment was to be cherished and it all ended so soon. I love the ending as well, the thread of grief tying you to the branch. keeping you from flying away and being free. Nicely done.
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Constance La France
Date: 4/5/2017 10:06:00 AM
Chris thanks for that great comment. I will tell you when the contest is judged.
Date: 4/2/2017 9:48:00 PM
Who dies everyday, every single day , my lover or my mother?
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Constance La France
Date: 4/5/2017 10:09:00 AM
I wrote this at 3 am in the morning after tossing and turning for hours.

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