Poem -
behind a curtain
i don't know this person
she stares at me...blank
i asked where she's hiding me
blank blank blank blank
i ask if i'll die as herÂ
blank are her eyes
i tell her i hate herÂ
i know i don't lie
she's still like her fingers that
shine in the glass
she doesn't know who i amÂ
stupid old lass
i move far away from her
stare out at day
how pleasant the wind as the day
blows away
M ~
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Hello MarionÂ
After I lost my Mam, I felt this blank numbness, it seemed to last an age ...this reminded me of that time...After the initial devastation but before any sort of recovery started
lorna xx
Grief is a bastard Lorna, I'm so sorry for your pain. And yes, you read it well, all of us at some point or another find ourselves behind that curtain staring into voids. Thankyou so much...truly appreciated đź’•
Grief sucks especially about your mom. We just had a memorial for her last week. My last poem was about it. Great poem from you
A few years ago my friend's mother died and her dad had passed previously and even though she was 49 at the time she said she felt like an orphan. Hugs Greg x