The Myth of ClosureA Poem by Geralyn MillerNo matter how much police, attorneys and the media prate and prattle about closure; there is no such thing.
When someone you love is murdered, even after the trial and appeals, those endless appeals; when the murderer rots in a cell in the death house waiting for the hour of his well earned doom there is no closure.
Even after the sentence is carried out; and you watched the murderer die, even then there is no closure.
Closure would mean you could wipe it out of your mind and heart; you can not. The scars on your soul are there forever. You do move on, take up life again; but you are forever changed.
Sometimes, in a weak moment, the murder replays in your mind, you see his blood pouring from wounds too many to count, staining your clothes and your skilled, yet helpless, hands. Again you hold him while his life pours out, marking the Earth with red gore.
Sometimes you cry, tears like bitter rain.
Always Closure is a lie.
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Added on January 30, 2011Last Updated on January 30, 2011 AuthorGeralyn MillerPhoenix, AZAboutI was born in the year of the Dragon, and am prone to roaring for amusement's sake. I have been writing poetry since I was eight. That's right, fifty years of poetry, all written in longhand. In ad.. more..Writing
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