At Night
The night was long and hard as I lay awake thinking of him.
The way he used to make me happy.
The way he used to make me mad.
The way he used to lick away my tears when I was sad.
I look up at the ceiling with tears cradled in my eyes
As I think of all the time I wasted when he was by my side.
He is in a better place, where I can not follow
Until my life is done.
I wish I was beside him in that land across the star filled sky,
But I can only lay awake in my bed and cry.
My heart is broken laying on the floor,
My eyes are red and burning,
And my mind is foggy,
Unclear and uncaring of what is happening around me.
I sob alone for the one I lost
The pain will just not heal.
I lost him more than two years ago,
His last breath burned into my brain.
I can still see his eyes the last time he looked at me.
In that instant he forgave me, but I am unable to forgive myself.
The road will be long and the journey will be hard,
But one day I will remember him and smile.
I will think of him and not feel pain, but joy.
That day has not arrived just yet, so I cry.
For in my mind I am alone.
Okay, this one is probably ridiculously autobiographical and personal. But, like any other poem, I'm going to treat it like it's not. There's some awesome (and by that, I mean hard) emotions in this piece. But, there's a lack of specificity. I know someone passed away and someone's grieving, but that's it. I don't know about the relationship, the death, what the room looks like (which can tell a crazy amount about a person), etc. I'd like to see some details, so that this event you want to write about can become more accessible to the audience.
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