Rani Turton Poems
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Silence. Long moments that stretch into years.
Restrained words, sometimes gaps where names should be.
Words, prayers, songs, imagination inflamed by memory.
Emptiness, loneliness, the world, the void.
Look behind, look ahead, look straight ahead.
The world is indifferent to your pain.
The world is indifferent to your sighs.
Nothing will ever be the same;
Nothing will ever matter again.
Will anything ever matter again?
Absences. Like a long lonely lane in an eastern land
With closed doors against the afternoon heat
Questions that taunt ...
In these closing years of your life
Each time I see your white hair that was once so black
Your body bent that once walked so straight
I remember you throwing me up in your arms
And waiting for you impatiently at the gate
Let time quietly glide away
And grace touch every moment that is left
Never to know distress, worry, stress