The crippling pain when I remember your name,
The ache that drowns in my chest,
The tears that surround my broken soul,
The dread laying heavily upon my breast.
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The difficulty swallowing back my sobs,
As I remember a time that’s now lost,
A happy time, one promising it’s forever,
Back before the lines were crossed.
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I weep through the golden memories,
Times precious but of a forgotten past,
A sorrow of epic proportions,
Times now forever passed.
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The physicality of emotional pain a shock,
The breath expelled without relief,
The hollowness of the devastating loss,
Agonising beyond belief.
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A searching solution across the expanse,
One heart’s whisper to another,
A born wander of possibilities,
Hope is the definition of the other.
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Do you hurt at the unexpected outcome?
Do you wander the same halls of despair,
Feeling nothing can change, nothing get better?
Living the moment realising you’re not there.
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The struggle is real, the struggle is defined,
Emptiness the new norm,
The wedge of raw emotion,
The precipitation from the storm.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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