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Too Much Too Many Witnessing a loved one’s time being robbed And stripped from their prime Is a curse I have endured for too long, A weight I have carried one too many times Where thus far, I am of the youngest siblings still alive, While this occurrence Continues to slip by Yet, without anyone’s notice One too many times; But then again Even one is too many. Recollections of such events Stay up with me sunrise to sunset; While the little sleeps that I do get, Dreams of loss and death; Thus, never am I allowed to forget Of this nightly dread. Perchance, once I am rid Of all my regrets I will be permitted again To join the land Of the living and Leave the thoughts of the dead. Only those that share this experience Can I speak to, And only those Who can relate to Such frequencies Will appreciate and concur With the feelings that transpire Through the living Because they are the ones left to pick up the pieces When a loved one leaves us. How one leaves us is not important. The remorse will take on a life of its own. And the grief stages; well, there is no norm. This is not an illness awaiting a cure. So for the people who wish to exonerate Themselves from these toxic thoughts It is difficult if they do not how To handle the grief, stay on top When the news of a loved one’s passing Has just been reached. Some of us are weak, Some are tired, Some of us are strong, While others are wired Probably because They have others to look after; Yet all reactions belong. In such cases where The torn of a loved one has departed Or gone in some other way, The question of today Becomes how they will be able to mourn And will prayer do any good? I, myself, after seeing Too many deaths, and Having too many people Lean on me, Have grown tired and weary Of these Responsibilities, that no longer Can I take them on. Also, you are welcome to visit: Poetry by Donny at poetry.net donnycdavied.myblogsite.com Thought Provoking Poets Donny C Davied 2003 © |
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