The flood gates are open
non stop tears
perhaps this is where it ends
drowning
In the memories of not so long ago
I never learned to swim
nor to stay afloat
The gates have not closed
they never will
a song,a word
or a thought
I'm lost in the darkness
of the water
Never to be the same
no rescue or respite in sight
only darkness and despair
for the rest of my years
Comments
Teddy
thank you. I did use in
It isn't just death more so the loss of a relationship in the case of this poem it is both. I'm very big on titles if the tittle does not draw you in and the first line hold you then in my opinion it is time to rewrite
when tears come into my eyes
I never cry
let many come by
I fill up buckets
in a day or two
then believe me
I drink and with the balance
wash my face
Corona you know
I can't swim
lovely poem ...Lynn
lovedly
thank you stopping by to read. I appreciate it
I have not...
experienced the deepest grief yet and pray that it is I that goes first, so that I do not. You have said it so smoothly and yet with the jarring end that lets one know that it hurts still. Grief personified. ~ Geezer.
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