There's a hole in me
It grew over 12 years of not seeing you
It deepened and darkened until there was no way out
After years I thought of moving towards the light
I built a ladder with emotions
I secured every rung through reflection
I built all the rungs I had in me
But I couldn't reach all the way
I thought I had time to climb higher
I thought I had time to see you
I thought we had time to have the difficult conversations
I thought we could work through them
My final rung was a phone call
From my brother to tell me you had died
I talked to my mum for the first time in 12 years
And finally I talked to you
In your chapel of rest.
I didn't have enough rungs in me
Rest in peace dad
A sad and poignant poem about regrets and loss. It is an important life lesson to be in the NOW. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God... it`s a tender, true and adorable confession, going straight from the bottom of one`s heart... fullfiled with pain that suffers of a dangerous poison-memory. best wishes and thanks to u