Doing Better
Hubby is doing better although it will take a long time for the grief to pass. He said he realized he had never grieved before, for anything; not even his divorce or loss of his grandmother he was very close to. Now he knows what it is to be human because even though he felt compassion for others, he had no empthay.
DEEP INSIDE by s. streight
Tears cried from deep inside
Anguish billowing outward
Tattered refrains, embellished pain
Seared with conscious effort
Memories hide within the mind
Refusing to be hidden
Outward appearance, inward perseverance
harden into one
Tortured soul no longer whole
Someone dear is missing
Tattered breath lost in death
Insanity now takes hold.
THOUGH by s. streight
Though he utters not a word
Anguish in his voice
Though he sees not a thing
Sadness in his eyes
Though he perceives not a sound
one voice bids him calling
Though he feels nothingness
Torture in his soul
Though he’s ceased to taste sweet life
Bitterness in his mouth
Though I see him, feel him, touch him
Inside, invisible
And so I bid a sad farewell
To the one I knew
uttering now, a bitter hello
to the man, that now unfolds. (still working on this one)
Hubby is doing better although it will take a long time for the grief to pass. He said he realized he had never grieved before, for anything; not even his divorce or loss of his grandmother he was very close to. Now he knows what it is to be human because even though he felt compassion for others, he had no empthay.
DEEP INSIDE by s. streight
Tears cried from deep inside
Anguish billowing outward
Tattered refrains, embellished pain
Seared with conscious effort
Memories hide within the mind
Refusing to be hidden
Outward appearance, inward perseverance
harden into one
Tortured soul no longer whole
Someone dear is missing
Tattered breath lost in death
Insanity now takes hold.
THOUGH by s. streight
Though he utters not a word
Anguish in his voice
Though he sees not a thing
Sadness in his eyes
Though he perceives not a sound
one voice bids him calling
Though he feels nothingness
Torture in his soul
Though he’s ceased to taste sweet life
Bitterness in his mouth
Though I see him, feel him, touch him
Inside, invisible
And so I bid a sad farewell
To the one I knew
uttering now, a bitter hello
to the man, that now unfolds. (still working on this one)
1 Comments:
At 1:37 PM , BelleLaDonna said...
I am glad he is doing better. Keep us updated. I miss you and can't wait until May! yay! Oh and just a random thing...I bought another pair of shoes the other day...haha.
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