Mourning

Sadness almost unbearable

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lights and sirens

Gunshot wound

Hole in my heart

Not his

 

Phone rings

Crisis

Hurt

Anger

Fear

Questions

 

Phone ringing

I’ll surely go crazy

Before this is over

Maybe it won’t ever be over

How can I know?

 

Walking in darkness

All I hear is that damned phone

And the words sounding the same

Over and over,

Glad for their concern

 

Praying for sleep,

Lying awake

Freezing

Aching

Heartache

Anger

Tears

Explain to the kids

Hold them

Try to be strong

Feel weak

Phone

 

Hot Tea

Blue Blanket

Another phone call

 

Finally,

The voice on the other end

Was yours.

Deep breath,

I’m alright.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the plunge is devastating~ falling down the page in breathtaking pain and anxiety~
(((((embrace))))))))

[Wondering Mind]

the pace of the write reflects well the sharp intensities in the wave of emotions.
On a personal note, I pray that all is well.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Sorry for the hard times, all will be over very soon , the bad is already behind you now

[Ed Hart]

like a roller coaster that won't stop, until suddenly

[Robin]

intense emotion in this piece ...

[Goodbye]

You have laid out your trauma, and I feel it. The blunt surrealism of the day could not be more eloquently displayed - one moment shock, then comfort, then shock, then comforting others, then blessed comfort in the last stanza.

You are amazing, my Sister...