Brain bound by wrought iron gate
barracades me
Exposing frail worn view
fermented thoughts arrive like a flock of crows
Questions arise in my now
resurgence of bile,
rotting moments frozen in time
my Memory only fossil left;
Imprinted disgust brews
dank, stale ale saturates the mood
must walk through Door again
Funeral march plays in my head
Who died?
pieces of many living souls
Who was buried?
Rose colored glasses
must walk among the living
Function, but not whole
Torn inside out
No one can hear me wail
sea wind echos my voice
fog horns say it in their cries
LOST
Comments
'fermented thoughts arrive like a flock of crows' brilliant, and the last line says it all!
We can only reach a certain age before we begin to lose those we love, and as we accept and grow from that, it can and does, change us.
Lovely writing.
Rose
Yvonne.
Ollie-Yeah, we were bound to be stuck with L. All 3 of my names, Ellen, Ellie and Ella...lol! Nice to know I'm not alone :D
Wanda-Thanks, yes, I do think a piece of us dies when we lose someone we love. I see fragments of his soul in my children. They never met or knew him...
Doctor FTSE-Yes, years ago, but with my Mom moving in, they are reopening this time period. It brings up memories, the good, bad and ugly. She became ill, shortly after, so it was a triple punch. Then two months later, his father(my grandfather) died, repeat funeral, family all still grieving. Now son and father are gone... I have scars~ Thank you!
Donna-I'm sorry for your loss; it did the same to me! He was the funny one in the family, the life of the party. My Dad spoke to me, I was up in the middle of the night coughing. Then two hours later dead. He had a massive coronary, nothing anyone could do.
They say it is the best way to go, in your sleep. xXx
Yvonne-You could do it, optimistic, would be a start! I know you could...xXx
RaShelle-Thank you; it is on a napkin. I thought someone would notice! I transferred the image over. I thought it fit the poem~
Mary-Yes, some losses take a piece of our souls with them and we are never the same. I think for me, I didn't have time to grieve, between work, commuting to college, college, my family. I had moments, but didn't really finish grieving, till college was over. I also grieved for my Mom, who never was the same, after his death. She was forever changed. I felt like I lost both my parents. xXx
Rose-I am so sorry to hear that; I hope you deal with your grief and allow it to happen. They now say 5 steps, when I went through it there were 7. Do try to allow yourself to feel what you do and don't fight it~
xXx
Daydreamertoo-Yes, it alters our view quite a bit! I suppose this is why I try to create, have fun with my free time. Life is too short; we need more joy in our world~ Thank you!
Alex-Thank you; we all face some kind of trauma, shock, loss. I just wish he had been older. He loved life~ He never said, I'm sick of this world, why am I here...never! He was full of it, too ;D Life I mean~
Deborah-Thank you, you are sooo kind! Yes, pain is easier to paint, than joy. Maybe it is me...I don't want it to be that way, but it is...
Yes, it is just like that. Perfect description.
it's a beautiful poem~ :ox <3
Leigh-Thank you; it was a long time ago. Time really doesn't heal, it just blurs the focus and as life marches on the pain isn't as sharp. <3 555
Yes Ellie, it creates a void in one's life. So many important milestones you can't share~xXx
Scarlett-Thank you; yes a dark shadow that lingers~
Stephen-I'm glad you could fill that void, for your wife~