No one can stop this fast black train. I feel sick insane. My soul is aching.


                                          She runs through me in flashes. No more smiles or sorries. How could anyone relate to your sorrow.

                                        Your burning rage with a million fist. I could throw. Kneel down in my corner, my pity pool. Dripping

                                         wet. Feels like forever until I see you again, If ever. Closing your eternal eyes lost in release. Undo

                                        these cuffs that bound your wrist. They no longer grasp you to prepare you for death. Unleash your

                                        sweet soul. My mad soul. Tired and ready. You sleep so lovely under bright lights. No more tears for 

                                         fears of them leaving you behind. Where's the rewind? Are you floating above in a beautiful bliss?

                                        Do you have wings of silver blowing us a kiss? Stories bring me to ease. The times of your life you 

                                         felt you could breath. You were lovely. Something needed you to leave. I see you in dreams but 

                                            nightmares to. Letting go is never going to do. Rest sweetly my love. I will carry you with me on 


                                            and on and on.

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nightlight1220's picture

What feeling comes across

What feeling comes across here!!!  Life has it's ways of making us touch what is real--- love. Wonderful write!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


rabherself82's picture

Thank you so very much.

Thank you so very much.


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Thank you so much. Means a

Thank you so much. Means a lot. 



LutherSeahand's picture

Your touching poem.

No doubt, there are people who say they can feel your pain.

I'm sure they do.

I feel it, on a level I cannot express, except through poetry. 

My mother, passed a few years back.  


rabherself82's picture

Yes. Death of someone near

Yes. Death of someone near changes us deeply. I appreciate you reading. Ty so much.