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Lost life
I knew this was coming
I’ve seen it in your eyes
Your death was coming
You’ve given up the fight
I’ve cried my tears of sorrow
I’ve said my last goodbyes
My hopes and dreams
Aren’t meant to be
I’ve lost my desire to believe
You’re gone now
Life won’t ever be the same
Our hearts are breaking
We don’t know peace
Everyone’s together now
We’ve kept each other strong
These months are going to last too long
The world is cold
The ground, so hard
I just want everything to thaw
Yellow roses blooming in the air
We still wish that you were here
Our prayers fall on deaf ears
Your face so cold
Your eyes so distant
I can’t just make believe your existence
The pain so strong
The grief so long
I just want you back in our arms
Your mother, her daughter
Crying on your casket
Wanting to know why this could happen
Your daughters, their mother
Barely holding it together
Breaking down in the face of disaster
Your babies, they cry
Even though we said goodbye
You’re in the ground
So cold it is
Never to see you face again
We sit here remembering
The good and the bad
Sometimes it just makes us more sad
Our hearts are broken
We love you so much
The world just didn’t understand that
And took you from us
You did
your Grandmother's memory fitting tribute. It is our own humanity we seek when we write and poetry is an artform made to help that humanity when we are hurting so extremely.
Writing, especially poetry can be very cathartic. You are a very talented writer and I am sure that your Grandmother is very proud of what you have written about your feelings. This an excerpt from one of my favorite poems.
Alas, alas the day,
Lamented hope, companion dear,
How hast thou passed away!
Is this, that world? These delights,
The love, the labors, the events,
Of which we once so fondly spoke?
And must all mortals wear this weary yoke?
Ah, when the truth appeared,
It better seemed to die!
Cold death, the barren tomb, did thou prefer
To harsh reality
It was written by Giacomo Leopadi, he was an Italian Poet, his the poetry, as does yours, they both have a self-discipline and a simplicity. It is has that"something special" of classical literature. Keep writing what you know, write from your heart.
Here is a link to the entire poem.
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/9inety/poem/951417
Enjoy
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Keep writing... <3 This is
Keep writing... <3 This is very heartfelt. I really enjoyed it. Takes you through the experience of loss.
...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. "