It is the terrible midnight,
the time between total dark
and the triumph of light,
that is the light that is promised,
the light that is hoped for.
For nothing hurts
like the loss of hope,
this steady knowledge
that the mistakes of the past,
what cannot be changed,
transfixes the future of love,
regardless of efforts made.
Yes, nothing hurts
like the loss of hope,
knowing the others
who have loved you
are relieved you are gone,
that nothing can serve them better
than to have you
absent from their lives.
Lord, nothing hurts
like the loss of hope
in the familiar face
staring from a looking glass,
the life-drained eyes,
with the familiar tear lines,
lost in old laugh krinkles,
but laughing little any more.
Come soon light,
the devil's in the door,
whispering over and over
that nothing hurts
like the loss of hope,
the loss of hope.
I hesitate to tell you what I thought as I was reading this, but I have to tell you anyway. I thought, "Oh my God, how did he describe my worse pain so well?" I think you kicked that devil back out the door, because, from your writing, I can't imagine that you can be down for long.
Sad and poignant, y e s. But your poem, and the sensitivity and
discipline that helped create it, inspire!! Some things that we
hope for -- yes, and some people -- disappear from our lives [got the scars to prove it, right?), but you have just proved that
hope springs eternal! Sorry about using that overused expression,
but. . .it really does. Love and Peace. . .Here's to a more
hopeful tomorrow!! Always, and Then, 'Pea'
Jerry, this expression of a mood coloured by experience touches the heart...one can empathize. The loss of loved ones, the loss of hope...your call for light in itself gives hope for relief.
Right on, Jerry. This poem is sad without being full of self-pity. A universal place. Maybe "Come soon light" will mean that those who have loved you will do so again someday. Blessings, Kathy
OUCH! This one hurt clear to my heart... When there is no hope, there is no light. I have been in that place where others who loved me were glad I was gone... what a lonely, lonely place that is! (Wrote a poem about it too... "InkBlots")
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
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Terry
discipline that helped create it, inspire!! Some things that we
hope for -- yes, and some people -- disappear from our lives [got the scars to prove it, right?), but you have just proved that
hope springs eternal! Sorry about using that overused expression,
but. . .it really does. Love and Peace. . .Here's to a more
hopeful tomorrow!! Always, and Then, 'Pea'
Regis
Hope lost equates to a life in hell.
We can't turn that clock back, but we sure can rewind it....
Top knotch...
all the best,
Gina
This is a statement about a place we've all been. Very deeply felt.
Eileen
Be always safe,
Karen
Powerfully penned & poignantly written!
Cryssa
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
wow....the promise unfurled to be yet another dupe
well penned! kudos! ~D.