Facing It. Poem by Fay Slimm
Facing It.
Lonely black places engulfing the mind,
Caverns of glistening fear.
Phantoms arising from pleasanter past
Tauntingly whisper your name in my ear.
Fearsome of seeing their faces in dreams
Willingly I lie awake.
Facing the clock-ticking wall, I keep too
Clocking the minutes, for sanity's sake.
Ducking below tearful blankets once more,
With broken resolve yet again,
Sobs fill the silence - life will, it appears,
Be undeniably never the same.
Words still walk their procession inside my head,
Spelling out clearly 'He's gone',
But half-empty cupboards untidily left
Begin to insist I clean up - - and move on.
Fay, very moving piece of poetry. I am pleased that you are aware of the best way forward.10/10 Ian
A good description of loss of loved ones and how we must move on to be a whole person again. Bob
Sometimes to move on may not be the right thing at this time.Hold on can also be the right thing to do.dont force it, what will be will be. regards and love Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 3:33:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I really like this one about loss 10/10