Poem -

HIDDEN...just like the aNgELs

( contains swearing and ...rEaL liFE)

It is nOt enoUGh
To say he is dead
Who said.   Who said.
Which thief said... then fled
WhO
FuCkiNg
SAID!!!

Who took him and bled him
and silently fed him
Into the abyss
 
aNd...did he wAnt to gO
I'll never know
Did he struggle and plead
Choke with grEEd for the day

And do you kNoW
What this dOeS
To the sane left behind
For those living in deadness

The nEw deaD who
mUSt
breathE

 
wE... 
sEEthe...

We run wilD with the new
wolves

A bewilderness of
nOW
Eating our own heartS
Eyes blOOdied up
with
HoWL

WHO.  FUCKING.  SAID.  

M P 2/4/21
 

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John Prophet

MP, we find ourselves in this place through no choosing of our own.
A place of trial and tribulation.... I’m so very sorry for your loss.

JP

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Marion

Ah thanks John...I know now I will never come to terms with it but veer between utter boiling rage and begging the angels to look after him in that beautiful place. Tis indeed a madness...one that is shared by many yet never spoken of. Death is always prettied up. Grief is not dignified. Writing helps enormously. Thanks love x

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Jill Tait

Awwwwww ay tis so u fair my lovely lass but you let it all out anyway you wanna we here for you always ❤️💕❤️

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Pratibha Savani

💜💜💜 big hugs. Such an emotional write and can feel the pain xxx

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Being Me

And do you kNoW
What this dOeS
To the sane left behind
For those living in deadness
The nEw deaD who
mUSt
breathE

These lines say soooo much!  I think there is a whole lot of difference between losing a loved one suddenly and unfairly to losing a loved one who has lived a long, happy life and it is simply their time to leave us. Both are obviously heartbreaking...absolutely they are ... but with the former we are dealing with shock as well as grief. And that is always a biggie! The whole of this poem is a fireball of emotion and although it is no wonder, given the circumstances, it is true to say that only a writer with your outstanding ability can do this.  Only YOU are able to pull such brilliance from your soul and set the ink a flame.

Your writing is on fire 🔥🔥 x

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Marion

Aw...another lovely comment. Thanks love, it really means a lot. ❤️💕

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