EulogyA Poem by The Raven KingTR - Eulogy
In time every sculptor will look at his hands and curse the skill that greatness demands. Every painter will curse her lack of vision. The surgeon will curse his crude incision. And today I will curse the limits of speech my tongue too slow to show the lessons our souls teach. i hate the thought of using words others find satisfactory in explaining their loss. my anguish is no greater than theirs my tears no more endless my anger burns no more intense than white hot behind my eyes my pain no more indescribable my loss no more detrimental to my soul. i will not jump from a roof top or drown or slit my wrist in a luke warm tub. my sadness and pain is cliché and I feel shame for not being able to become more than human in honor of you. I cry and I regret and I miss you, but others feel this no less than me. The only thing that I have that they do not are the memories specific to us. This is how I remember you and I will not share this with the world. All I will give them are words. All I will show them are tears. All they will know is that my sadness is like theirs, but they will never know what I lost. © 2011 The Raven KingReviews
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7 Reviews Added on November 29, 2010 Last Updated on July 17, 2011 AuthorThe Raven KingAZAbout"Call me vain and proud, the greatest sinner ever to walk God's earth, but Satan's boy I could never be. I haven't the humility." -Urbain Grandier, The Devils of Loudon I am older than I look by a.. more..Writing
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