Loss of a Soulmate
A Grieving Genre
loneliness set in like a herding rush of bison,
stealing the treasures of a lifetime,
erasing the compassion, the good,
imploding bitter toll on a shattered heart.
life was no longer two as one,
no longer the caring and sharing,
no longer the dream come true.
you're gone, I remain,
alone in the dark seeking light, seeking new, remembering the past.
we capture what we seek spurned by the nature of belief.
finding fantasies in dreams, we dream of fantasies.
where do we stand in the light of reality?
what do we find in our search of the unknown?
answers, answers to the "what if's" of life,
answers to the "how many's" of chance,
answers sought through questions from the grieving soul.
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Moe Radosevich
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Maybe the gods were right when they made themselves immune to feelings. Even though they regretted it later. Pain and loss make you wonder, poor poor hearts.
This is stunning! The emotion it evokes is so real, it brings tears to the readers eyes. "Grief is the price we pay for love," and you have captured that perfectly.
Mackenzie's favorite is my favorite, too. No matter how old or how young, to lose someone dear is always too soon.
I am dumbfounded by this. I feel the pain so thoroughly, so desperately, it’s hard to say where I started loving it exactly. I think the frenetic pace is my favorite element, the rapidity in the long, then short, phrases, the non capitalized lines, the repetition, the questions. All of it is stunning. "where do we stand in the light of reality? what do we find in our search of the unknown? answers, answers to the "what if's" of life, answers to the "how many's" of chance" This is my favorite section. I love how deep these questions are, and how you use "answers" to evoke the futility in asking them, even the futility in trying again. You’ve gained a new subscriber.
Such a fantastic piece Moe. So much feeling & longing that is palpable for readers. Just arrived here through Paul’s Deep Cuts.
Love this. I've included it in one of my own posts - Vocal Deep Cuts 3 https://vocal.media/journal/vocal-deep-cuts-3
I love the way the repeat of the word "answers" builds suspense to the end. Your rhythm is impeccable and the sorrow is so touching, VERY well done!
Super sad!!!😪😪😪
Beautiful words. Well done.
A beautiful start, and so heartfelt , and you have a subscription from me