I wrote this poem in effort to express the loss of a child, from the view of a friend. When hope is stretched and the desire to go on, seems unbearable.
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the scream of sirens, breaks the silence
red and blue flash, like Christmas day
tangled in lonely, since your absence
the demons come, while you're away
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I picture you there, by your window
wonder where your feelings hide
my world has stopped, I'm here in limbo
my world's too cold, to go outside
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they pound the door, demanding entrance
I sit and watch the handle turn
gone crazy here, without your presence
the world has stopped, it all can burn
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moments pass by, I see you smiling
I feel warm, as you draw near
the faces foreign, and voice beguiling
it's someone else, you are not here
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so far away, I feel I'm floating
the rush of air, now stings my face
the many hands, surround me, doting
transporting me, far from this place
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my hand slips away, escapes the blanket
my body, a weight, with broken parts
my eyes rolled back, inside the sockets
they struggle now to jolt my heart
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I don't know where to find my next breath
the will to breathe, lost to me now
mercy comes, in shadows of death
my life my all, I now avow
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Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
By Morgan Longford4 days ago in Chapters
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A beautiful & poignant effort to express what you see in your friend who has been devastated, trying to understand what those of us who do hope you never do. Powerful enough to have fully triggered me. Well done, my friend. Your friend has a true treasure for a friend.
This was so poignant and it broke my heart. Well done!
Wow. This is incredibly powerful and heartbreaking. Great job, my friend.
sad. reminds me of the last few minutes of my mom's life that I shared with her as I held her hand as she slipped away. I often wonder if she knew I was there. The dementia ravaged her brain, so I guess I'll never know, but I'd like to think she knew.
Heartbreaking doesn't even do this justice. You penned it so beautifully though. Loss I don't ever want to contemplate or live through.
Poignant and powerful. Well done!
This is so heartbreaking and utterly vulnerable and sad yet written beautiful and just so many emotions. “I don’t know where to find my next breath” - what a freakin’ line, like a gut punch of understanding
Beautifully somber and deep. Very well done!!!