Gone But Not Forgotten.

Get out of my head! I cried aloud,
as the memories of the past kept flooding my mind.
Violently active like hurricane Katrina,
so it encumbered me with feelings
too far from years behind
and leave oceans of tears dominating my eyes.
It's a painful thing to say goodbye,
to someone or something that you truly cherish.
And it is so heartbroken to realize,
that something we love is perishing.
Sometimes we might be lucky to save their lives,
Sometimes, we don't have any choice but to let go.
But the reminder that always comes to mind,
brings all those forgotten mysteries back to life.
Trying to kick it out but wouldn't leave,
Both days and nights, it kept disturbing me,
Setting in front of me the clear picture,
Of that day, when she breathe her last breath.

Author's Note

I'm not used to writing a piece of this type but a feeling eventually drove my hand to write it down.
What do you think?

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Oh it is such an aching suffering in this letting go. And it is both a peace to carry the memory and a torture at times... something that can rise up like a storm and shake us to our core. You have breathed these words out so beautifully, my friend.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, Friend.
That is what I called "Memory's trap"

[barleygirl]

On the surface, your poem can be understood as missing someone gone becuz of death. So I was thinking how sometimes I feel this way about people who are still alive, haunting my head, living there for free, even tho our relationship has been over for years. This person is dead to me, but still they cross my mind with regularity. Yet some dead folks I never think about anymore! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

And that's true.
Thank you so much, Margie.

[Chris Shaw]

Grief works in strange ways. When you least expect it, something can trigger a flood of those waves and they can be painful. More than that, they can outstay their welcome and return years after the event. It is 28 years since my Dad died and I still get those deathbed scenes now. Relatable and descriptive write Kay. Well penned.

Chris

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, Chris.
That's how grief works.
It sometimes just hemmed the brain in deep thought and make us feel like we should return to the past when everything and everyone were good together.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, it puts everything right again for a few short moments before reality returns.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Loss is a cancerous worm in ones head. One difficult to control even years later. You convey this in your conversational piece as you describe your pain in graphic terms.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, John.
I wish I never lost anything or anyone again but life won't just permit that.

[John the Baptist]

A tale of loss here. The speaker is not yet past grief for someone greatly cared for. Sounds like a resurgence of painful feelings on the anniversary of the passing. Such feelings cannot be forced out; they must be given permission to depart.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you for this wonderful and thoughtful review, John.
I so much appreciate it.