Tag Archive | loss

85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Someday

74. Empty corner

the corner where you once were is now empty.
only silence fills that space.
did death come gently and hold you tenderly in his arms as you drifted off to sleep?

i shall sit here and wait for this moment to pass.
the sun has come up and let us all see how amazing you were.

the radio keeps playing.
the same old songs are there.
but this pain still cuts like a knife.
i loved you.
i love you.

you stopped my tears,
all these years,
especially when I was so scared.

i won’t let them tell me that i’m not strong.
i will not go back to being lonely.
i’ll be alive,
i won’t give up this fight.

(Dedicated with love and gratitude to George Michael. Thank you for the comfort of your music all these years. Rest in peace, my first Greek love. Xx)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Retreat

62. Empty table for 6

For what defines a family if the family bleeds with cracks unseen?
By those who know not the deeper sense of belonging,
Oh what does it mean?

What does it mean to belong to no one
even though we are more than one?
What will it take for you to see what you’ve done to me?

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
Original image by Joanne Garnell

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61. Bird

i am a bird
trapped in my cage
my wings clipped
my feathers torn off

i look out
past the rusty bars
and see a world
that doesn’t remember me

my face has grown old
my features are no longer the same
my voice is weak
my spirit has flown on from here

i am a mere afterthought
something that sits in the corner
something you once loved
but no longer need

this cage never opens
this is my only home
darkness runs rings around my eyes
there are no more tears to shed

©Brindology 2016

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53. The breaking

That heart wouldn’t stop beating.

That crumpled piece of paper lay where she’d thrown it.

The merlot sang its forgotten melody amidst the shattered glass.

The mosaic grew dark beneath that moist stain, a painful reminder of the hour they’d shared.

Even after the footsteps grew silent, that heart wouldn’t stop breaking.

©Brindology 2015

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47. That night

There was that day, that night, not so long ago,
When you held my hand just a little longer than usual,
And looked into my eyes.
I wonder what went through your mind that night.
You didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye.

Did you know I would never see your face again?
Did you know I would cry out for you to return?
Did you know I would never understand what made you leave?

You looked so happy.

Ten years have passed.
That night doesn’t seem so long ago.
I can almost hear you laughing,
Your voice so clear.

You looked so very happy.
You didn’t even say goodbye.

©Brindology 2016

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