Poem - 13 April 2021, 21:34

GODS ON GUITARS

I remember you once said
That happiness was death
That you mourned it
continually
That it choked all your breath

That for you, well lived moments
Were white angels in skies
Detonated rainbows
Were high's... much too high

Bombs exploding in ecstacy
Gods on guitars
You would ride on the moment
Then crash from the star
Aware of its loss
Mourning it's gone
Depleted with grief as the next
song played on

That to be in a moment
Was to witness its death
That each moment lived
Left you gasping for breath

That death lived its life in
incredible ways
That life was just death, just a
murderer of days
That memories were coffins
you buried in the rain
That happiness just killed you
With exquisite pain....

M P 13/4/21

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Gwendoline13 April 2021, 23:52

Marion I can’t pick out a favourite piece as the entire poem really spoke to me. It is always heartbreaking and torturing to watch another find life THAT PAINFUL ❤️ And when we grieve for them, we get to empathise with that feeling suddenly, and it tears us up inside. A very powerful write

Hugs ❤️ Gwen xxx

Marion14 April 2021, 00:04

Thanks Gwen, yes to watch our loved ones struggle is worse than struggling ourselves. My son and I were discussing intensity of emotion one night, something we both shared. Not that everybody doesn't get highs and lows but for some the intensity is too high or too low. No happy medium. I just call it suffering from pointless...lol...depression is too small a word! Bi polar...manic depression too limiting. It is just experiencing life with faulty filters isn't it ..feeling and empathising to the point you switch yourself off because the on button is too explosive. Something like that.hugs 💞