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Darren Hobson Poem
Sitting there,
With that empty stare,
Staying still,
Going nowhere,
You have lost all hope,
The will to live,
The pain clenches your heart,
Sitting there,
In the dark,
You stare at her,
Your lost love,
Sitting in the armchair,
As cruel as life can be,
Why did god take you,
So violently from me,
I thought our love was forever,
Until the doctors told me otherwise,
Weeks not months to celebrate,
With so many tears in our eyes,
A wicked disease,
Has left me,
Mourning my soul mate,
Sitting in a dark room,
With that empty stare,
Longing and wishing for my love,
To be found opposite me,
In her favourite armchair.
Sitting there,
With an empty stare,
Remaining still,
Going nowhere,
You have lost all hope,
Your way to live,
The pain cannot be felt no more,
Sitting there,
At the crossroads,
Staring painfully,
At the old wreath of flowers,
Sitting in the wheelchair,
As cruel as life can be,
Why did god take you,
So horrendously from me,
I thought our love was forever,
The drunk driver took you away,
Hurtling into our car,
On a perfect sunny day,
A wicked man,
Has scarred me,
And mourning my soul mate,
Sitting paralyzed at that crossroads,
With that empty stare,
Longing and wishing for my love,
To come back to me,
And take me away from this wheelchair.
As cruel as life can be,
The future we can never see,
Nothing seems to be forever,
No matter how much we pray,
Or hope that is so,
As cruel as life can be,
Our dreams and visions,
Are evaporated in a twisted,
Roll of dice,
When deaths hand reaches out,
No religion or science can save you,
Time to go,
Hardly time to say goodbye,
Hold on to our memories,
When you forget how to cry,
Don’t ever forgot the one you lost,
As cruel as life can be,
Tearing away veils of hope,
And leading you to insanity,
So mourn you loved ones,
But don’t let life bring you down,
It is not over until it’s over!
© Darren Hobson September 2015
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