JoelJosol Posted August 8, 2009 Share Posted August 8, 2009 'Tis not when a heart beat goes full stop and eyes then lose the power of its stare, Nor when the sheet is stretched to cover up your full length, no longer gasping for air, that my pain like skin scratched by thorns ignored when running away from hunters, can now rest, bleed and cry for attention. There never will be a good time ever. To nurse loneliness like a wound, and dress it everyday until it dries, is to hope a healing can be found, to finally say my good-bye- We have few words for each other, but love is not bound by them or any other. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted August 8, 2009 Share Posted August 8, 2009 A somber, eloquent, and dignified elegy, Joel. The reader can feel the numbness felt by the survivor(s). It's especially pronounced in the part about the skin/thorns/hunter. They do say it gets better with time. With deepest sympathy, Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted August 9, 2009 Share Posted August 9, 2009 Grief is difficult to express but you've managed it well here. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted August 11, 2009 Share Posted August 11, 2009 I agree with goldenlangur. You expressed so well Joel - as always. Thank you for sharing with us. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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