TOO WEAK TO DIE

You decide!

TOO WEAK TO DIE

She thought she knew the course of kind

But that was 'fore she lost her mind...

And LONG before that day of play

Where words he never thought to say

Hung helpless in the night

Old wounds lie open for the view

Of those who thought they ever knew

The worth of beauty in the nest

So like a students' knowing test

To judge with broken arms

The stilled and beat-less heart of old

Lies empty in its grave...now cold

With secrets left for those who mourn

And mem'ries for each heart now torn

Too weak to die and so must live

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Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

A friend of mine just lost her father and she said he was so weak in the end he couldn't unwrap himself from a shirt that was choking him. Made me think of that reading this. If only we could have the energy left to die with dignity in the end. The remnants of our lives exposed to those who care for us.

May I point out a misspelling that really stands out? Mourn is spelled mourn.

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks so much for your kind review. ~ Sharon

[Sami Khalil]

Hang in there; let not your hopes die a thousand death. Live for another day, till the day God calls you home, call us home. Death is never a solution; love is the inclusion; hope is the infusion; arrogance is a delusion.
Live for another day, for another poem, for another reason

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks so much Sami for your wonderful comment! ~Sharon

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Miss Sharon

[Ken Simm.]

I so empathise with this. So many true and heartbreakingly beautiful lines go together to make this sadly beuatiful whole.

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks so much for your kind review! You are appreciated my friend. ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Remember what Emily Dickinson once wrote.
"We have the power to kill but not the power to die"--

Yes, regardless of all of the sad memories we may accrue along the way, we must live.

Nice work Miss Sharon.

j.

[Miss Sharon]

Thanks so much Jacob for your kind review! I appreciate you. ~Sharon

[willweb]

Indeed, the pain of old scars, the thought and what ifs and then too weak to put it all away...so very sad.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you very much for your kindness! ~Sharon

[Chris Shaw]

Those old wounds can reopen and cause such havoc dear Sharon. This is such a sorrowful poem and yet it is finely penned. Sending you the warmest if wishes from across the pond.

Chris

[Miss Sharon]

Indeed my friend. Thanks so much for your kind words. ~Sharon