Helena

Title poem about a women coping with her with a husband's death and regretting a few things she said to him.

 

 

Haunting me until this very day,

I never know what to say anymore,
Even when I see you lingering around in my dreams.

My
Life is getting very complicated as it is, the

Evenings getting worse than they did when you were around.

And

Now that I realize that it was better when you were around,

I regret everything I’ve said to that very night,

Even when I told you that I would kill myself

Just to see you stop drinking yourself to death.

So let the

Angels sing your favorite lullaby,

And let them lift you up to the skies.  

Author's Note

Insipired by MCR's Helena. :]

Reviews

[Steffi]

Wow. This one is my favorite of the works you have submitted so far. I really like the way you started and incorporated Helena but it wasnt awkward. Sometimes when people set out to write poems with a secific pattern like that, the pattern has a tendency to make it awkward, but i think you pulled it off beautifully!

[SweetPeachesAlways]

Wow. We all ponder, I'm sure, the last time we saw and spoke to someone.
Great poem! Very beautiful...thanks for sharing this..