To all those beautiful people that we have lost and to all those strong souls left behind, alone....
BEREAVED
And where are you going away,
dear sun?
Stop! Wait for me.
I am coming too.
Take me where ever it is that you like
As I am only walking towards you
If you go darkness alone would prevail.
Not me.
I would be lost, paralysed.
A last glimmer of a tired lamp
Burning in the agony of loss.
Bereaved.
A last glimmer of a feeble hope.
A last ditch stand.
A final puff of wind within.
A last fragment of soul.
Bereaved.
-Mx
I have been burning in the agony of loss this year my mom died. Your poem is like the ying yang of our lives. A lost glimmer indeed!
ReplyDeleteOh I am so sorry for your loss. May she be at peace.
DeleteDeath is a rather sad reality of our lives...