I dont know whats so different about today Today I feel the knife twist Turn a little deeper Opening up the wound
Yet years have passed So why this pain Why now? Drowning in tears once again
Perhaps it's the music bringing me down Now your face is in my eyes Yet your eyes no longer see me Your ears no longer hear me Lips that no longer kiss me, or speak to me
Why does my heart bleed When I thought it had turned to stone? Why this day How many more days will I bleed Before my pennence is done
I wonder how to break this spell This incantation that you cast on me On days like these I wonder
This is just so heartrending in all its truthfulness. The personal despair, pain, and inner longing for it to just go away. But it never does. And it shows up at the most inopportune times. I could never have said it as wonderfully as you have in this piece. Simply amazing how you pull an individual into your work and leave us here sympathizing.
As long as we have memories that are based in thought, images, smells, sound we can recall them vividly. There is no way to get over it except to feel through it to the other side where you will make new memories and feelings that will one day remove the old. Yet on days like this, those memories may rise again. They are now apart of who you are. Powerful write indeed.
A powerful poem. Life can trick us. Old memories can sneak up on us. Old friends faces appear bringing good and bad time forward. Even the heart of stone can find tears again.
"How many more days will I bleed
Before my pennence is done"
Than you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote
Dont worry if the sparrow chirps today,
Tomorrow the Nightingale shall sing
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