I'm drifting in an unreal world,
I cannot accept it's real,
My life's changing in many ways,
I don't know how I feel.
I struggle to know what's normal,
And what is now valid for me,
I shrug off all reality,
And move into a fantasy.
This strange land I inhabit,
Is neither here nor there,
I walk and talk, but in a dream,
Of such numbness, I'm aware.
Call me back to the land of the living,
Where my soul can be restored,
Let me find a place within my heart,
For that someone I so adored.
Powerful stuff, Ernestine... you've managed to capture this 'unreal' state with great effect, evoking empathy with every flawlessly worded stanza. Great write. Brian
Ernestine>>>The old cliche 'Timing is Everything', is too sadly apropos here.First, so my comment in no wy is misunderstood...there is never a 'Right Time' for sorrow...But being the time of year it is, does stall the acceptance process, and that is all so normal.Conversely, i will close with another equally old, but true cliche: ' Time Heals ', perhaps not to the point that we wish, but if Time erased, so also would go all the memories that although may sting now, will serve as your peace & an eventual positive embrace of what will always be everso dear to you. This work here is beautiful, in every facet of Poetic principle.Keep that pen pumpin' & poppin' young lady! Frank
How I wish I could wave a magic wand and create an answer. Just remember what Fran wrote, we love you.
Ernestine, it's very hard to comment on a poem like this as one never knows what to say. Just remember there are lots of us out here who keep you in mind and who are there if you want to talk. Any time. Sending love to you, Fran xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When you lose somebody so dear your life does tend to go into some sort of limbo. Not knowing what to do and constantly asking yourself why? I think you have captured this mood perfectly. Great write. Andrew x