the "survivor"
I'm asking you now, the person I will name
God, didn't you hear my prayers every day?
The youth deserves more than an empty hope
and grey,
but rather a future, one cherishing every day.
The hope of that light vanished, gasping her
final breath
But rather than one of great force, it was small,
effortless.
Almost too silent to hear, but I heard it, she said:
Why did all my days have to come to an end?
A tear falls, but not from her eyes.
Not when you didn't just take her life, but also
took mine.
And every day as I feel my life coming to an
end,
All I every wonder is: when?
Life drags me by chains of regrets and
memories,
Rather than enjoyment, I live in secrecy.
Trapped in a past of beauty and grace
All I ever do is yearn to see your face,
Selfish as it may be I must say,
I can't wait to see you someday.
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A bereavement lament expressed marvellously poetically and touchingly. God will help u move on and find closure if u pray to Him. Glad u didn't blaspheme Him too much. We should try to understand and rationalise and when we can't then leave it to God. Kudosfor how u write.
I see comments are not common here yet do Pleez do write your thoughts/comments on my newest poem too like I have done on yours.