Don't Weep
Someday in the future, when the time has come
Do not weep at my grave, you know me not anymore
Do you remember my name?
Do you remember my soul?
Your tears are a lie, an act at best
They are better spent on a bad movie script
Someday in the future, when the time has come
Do not weep at my grave, hypocrisy is sour
I made many mistakes but my heart overflowed with sorrow
Amends? I have made them
Sincere from deep within
Your heart would not accept it
You shunned every attempt to forgive
When I leave this earth do not pretend to be saddened
It is all an act as if you are on a stage
Your love left long ago when you were a young child
Before bitterness turned the glass into a gray and ugly haze
Any emotion you are showing is just for show
The years I reached out to try and mend
Your rejection once stung like nettles from a thorn
Until the nettles sting turned into numbness
So, please do not pretend
Time? It has run out
There is no second chance
Regrets? I have them
But I made my peace
For I made my atonement
Forgiveness? I received it from the Highest Power who gave the Ultimate Sacrifice
I also received mercy from those whose love is unequivocal
Someday in the future, when the time has come
Do not weep at my grave
Your tears are not wanted
The years spent on bitterness
Would have been better spent on forgiveness
You would have none of that
Your heart turned its back
Could you comprehend that hurt people, hurt?
It is not something set to do
Not a deliberate act
So please, no hypocrisy
Someday, somewhere in a time in your life
Maybe tomorrow, next week, next year or ten years gone by
You will need someone to forgive you
Believe me the hour will come to pass
Their heart will close off and be silent and bitter
They will not listen and give you a chance
Then you will know the nettles sting of a soul that turns its back
Mistakes? I made many
For life is a never ending journey
Perfection is not bestowed on any human soul
Only regret
Learning from our wrongs
Reaching out to extend our sorrow
Compassion from our fellow traveler
For we all are imperfect
Someday in the future, when the time has come
Do not weep at my grave
For you knew I carried pain
My body so ridden with distress
It was hard to face the world
You mocked my condition as others did
Though it was always there
You turned your head
I never knew a day that did not have pain
Nights that were sleepless with the raging monster within
You did not ever inquire
You did not even care
So go find a soul who needs a sympathetic tear
Find a long lost baby
Find a paupers tomb
Find a rock that is used as a marker
Find stone with only a name
No dates or information
I know there are souls out there who could use some compassion
For when the day comes
There are plenty of people who loved me for the person I am
They forgave my wrongs and opened their arms
They saw the woman who wasn’t perfect
However, a woman who tried her best
A woman who loved with all she had
A woman who lived in pain and hardship
And always gave a smile to her fellow man
If I had to do over
There are many things I would change
The list is very long
And not worth dredging the pain
The one thing I would keep the same
And this I know is true
Even though your soul has turned cold
I do not regret you
I love you but you love me not
Your tears are in vain, so please
When the time comes someday
Do not weep at my grave
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Greetings Kelli,
A very powerful poem from what is displayed and delivered to be from a very powerful and surreal woman in deed...I to will not weep at your grave but at the altar of your rebirth....Very good work applied to this poem and very much in debt are your thoughts of it and in it applied......Several lines of interest to me....
Time? It has run out
There is no second chance
Regrets? I have them
But I made my peace
For I made my atonement
Forgiveness? I received it from the Highest Power who gave the Ultimate Sacrifice
I also received mercy from those whose love is unequivocal...
Cheers,
Jim
Thank you so much Jim! This is a very personal poem and came to me fast and furious. I grabbed my note book and started scribbling the rough draft so fast, It was like trying to read Chinese almost when I went to sit down and begin to write it. It deals both with the divorce I went through and my ex husband and his over bearing family alienating 2 of my children and being abandoned by family and friends by a chronic (but luckily non life threatening) chronic pain condition. So it is both wrapped into one. I am a paranormal investigator and spend a lot of time in cemeteries to boot so it just served up as a good therapy. Indeed my proudest work to date! Thank you again! :)
Thanks Kelli and you are quite welcome and i am sorry to hear of all the sad consequences your were forced to endure and hope all will level itself out for you now that you have sheded the not to kind other half(your husband) and for him and his family to alienate kids, their negligence will only leave them without the lovely life and memories, (you i am sure), have planned for you all, from that particular point on and it will be their(the relatives),short comings in deed,although it is sad, to hear that your family alienated you in the manner which they did and to do it with an illness, makes it just that much more obnoxious.Glad to hear that the illness wasn't life threatening..... If you cant trust your family, who can you trust and this in deed was great work, in fact work out of this world, figuratively speaking...But maybe you can help me with a little problem, related to your line of work..I will be in touch...
Take Care,
JimmyÂ
Thanks again Jimmy. You know this poem came to me in a rush...... like a fast train. I grabbed my notebook because I was not in a place to sit down and type it out. So I was writing the base fast and furious. Part of it look like Chinese or something. The words danced and played in my head for two or three days until I was able to get the base down and then once down I was able to really get it where I wanted it. I am a paranormal investigator... a pretty good one. I am very good at EVP so I have 'heard a lot' from the 'other side' and I have seen a LOT of graves. I hope that does not sound macabre because I am really a 'bouncy' girl even with my chronic pain. But the part about finding the long lost graves was easy because some of the stones I see when I am in cemeteries (and I am in them... a LOT) breaks my heart. I have written a lot of poems, most are not online. I have a blog with a fairly healthy readership and the poems hand down get me great comments and feedback always. Again, thank you for your kind comments. Yes, life today, even with more physical pain is much better. I would rather hurt more physically and have spiritual and mental wellness than be in a toxic environment where my spirit is being pulled down. For sure! K.
very beautiful poem it has a lot strong feelings to loved it! add it to favorites congrats!Â
Kelli. Each day as I get to know you I find out even more wonderful gifts you have. I truly feel blessed and honored to have met you. Your friend, Jenn <3 ((Hugs)) and much love, light, peace, and many, many blessings in abundance dear friend.
Jenn, you found it! Yay! Thank you so much sweety! Love you too! So blessed to have you as my friend! <3
Thank you so much Williams Ji , you are making me blush. :) This poem came to me like a steaming locomotive and the words were written down (the base anyway) as not to lose it! It was written so quickly in a notebook, some of the words look like another language. It was born out of pain and re-birth. I guess we have to go through difficult times to get a good poem or piece of art. Some of the best songs, for instance, come after great tragedy or hardship. Thank you again, my friend, your words of encouragement mean so much to me! :)