Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

The Leaving - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

it would've been easier if you'd died
rather than know you're walking
talking, breathing
... breathing into the mouths of others
instead of mine.

smiling that smile
which caught and ensnared
so many, you go.
and I begin to understand
that you will never smile
in secret for me again
and my bed shall never hold your shape
nor my lips taste you
or my body love you.

opening my eyes
to a hundred reminders
each with its own accusation of cowardice
and giving up too early
my chest constricts
filling with grief
and a blackness so profound
it becomes tangible entity
a being, in its own right
trapped within the confines of this body
forcing my soul from its place
in a low keening wail
which builds and builds
until a great howl is heard
and I break with the force of it.


Comments about The Leaving by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

  • (4/10/2006 11:44:00 AM)


    dear eila, another magnificent work. the passion ever present. this 'dark' poem is haunting. love love love the lines '...a blackness so profound/it becomes a tangible entity/a being, in its own right/...until a great howl is heard/and i break with the force of it'. the haunting absence of the beloved leaving a deep ache is eloquently captured here. take care.bless you. sincerely, merc (Report) Reply

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  • (4/9/2006 6:35:00 PM)


    You're so right! ! sometimes, death would be easier! (Report) Reply

  • (4/9/2006 5:43:00 PM)


    Well you could put it that way Eila, but only in the privacy of your own home, in your bedrooms darkest despair! lol I shouldn't laugh, but I must! Thanks for sharing this, I think! lol It is true that once grief pierces you, you recognise it when it hits you again. Strong write. 10 from Strong woman! Apparently. Tai, not going anywhere! yet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 9, 2006



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