Darkness over comes the day As tears slide down her lovely face Forbidden love leaves not a trace As she stands before the locked gate .
Her heart is torn; her soul has fled
Forsaken her will to live has turned to dread
No more to feel heavenly bliss
From soft and savored loving lips
.
Head bent down the tears still fall
As memories flow through her mind
His touch like strands of silk
Slip slowly down her spine
.
Laughter and love shared by two
No longer will fill her life with joy
Strong arms that held her heart intact
The sweetness of her lover’s breath
.
Coldness comes with the dark of night
No one to hear her strangled cry
As slowly she turns to walk away
For there is no reason for her to stay
.
Many of us have stood at that gate. So, do not feel alone, as all who have stood share this part of life with you. The loss of a loving partner will leave us feeling empty, for a time. But, an empty vessel is one that can be filled again. I agree that there is no life when one clings to death. I believe that one must cling to memories even after the vessel is full once more.
After life there is.death.. But death is a celebration to be reborn.. Darkness may have filled each and every empty space.. A few more steps the llight shines, directly to a tired being for some new perspective.. Thank you, my heart wept with every line..
I have to assume that the gate is the portal to death that one cannot open to reach a loved one gone. Or, it could simply be the gate to a cemetery that is closed at some point after hours.
There is really no life in clinging to death. It is best to, as soon as possible, focus on the living again, and leave death behind.
The night and then waking up can feel like the loneliest and most painful of hurts. Yet this is the price of love, a price that some refuse to pay and therefore they never live.
Death can be crushing, but we all must get back into the fray and carry on. It's what we do. Once we get past the moment, there are better days ahead. Yours is a stark but honest account. Peace to you.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Thank you
Chris
Happiness alone is a foreign tongue
She discovered more of herself
Insecuritues she cared less
Every morning a smile imprints her face
She is on her own
But never felt more.connected..
After life there is.death.. But death is a celebration to be reborn.. Darkness may have filled each and every empty space.. A few more steps the llight shines, directly to a tired being for some new perspective.. Thank you, my heart wept with every line..
Heartbreaking so true to the gate of her reason to walk away.
Fine writing. xx
Lady Mary Ann
There is really no life in clinging to death. It is best to, as soon as possible, focus on the living again, and leave death behind.
Ron
Regis