Turned Into A Statue Poem by Louise Tredoux
Turned Into A Statue
I’m sinking tonight,
sinking into the hard,
cold bitterness that
sustains when life
turns into pain
With Rudi gone
there is no-one,
with Rudi gone,
there is nothing,
the path to sanity,
Sunshine and happiness
is overgrown with
brambles and nettles
and I’m frozen stiff,
I can’t move,
I’ve turned into
a statue…
I know how you are feeling. I myself don't want to turn into a statue. Emotions gone cold. I guess we have to try look at the other positive things in life.
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4/25/2024 8:41:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You paint the picture of emptiness very euphorically in this lovely poem. arya