Why do they have to die?
Early and cruel
She was always carrying kindness in her every step
Why? Why the girl with stars in her eyes?
Who has always struggled
I beseach nothing and no-one
It is why I feel we are alone
For what God accepts this pronouncement?
Why is life for some so easy and smooth
While others only know struggle and pain?
Those we cannot save
Die before their time, often in agony
And nothing makes that okay
I say, raging at Gods who don’t listen
Wondering what the point is
Where’s the sense or justice?
Evil perpetuates and survives
And you take her? Like she’s only existed to sacrifice?
The platitudes don’t cut it
This isn’t her time, this isn’t a lesson
The orphaned son will carry
Her soul as I shall remember her humility
Better than most, so much better than most
Who do not die and use their time
Unwisely and with selfishness and squander
And she is good she’s always been good
Her husband cheated on her and left her with HPV
The outcome is terminal and what is left of my heart
Shatters into pieces of one great big cry
For good does not thrive in this world, no it does not
We are all upside-down standing on roof tops
And I want to save her so much but nothing, nothing I do has any power
It is the diminishing light and the curtain drawn and closed
I cannot bear
The cruelty and uncaring
Death and its wretched finality
Are a voice in my head
Words have no meaning girl
Being online is a waste of time
Online friends are not friends they forget quicker than a mosquito
Go out into the fucking air and breathe deep
Remind your limbs you are alive
Grieve the inequity of the world
And how women are marked to suffer
Do something real with the time you have
Remember those who have fallen
For no one else
Such is the hideous fickelty of the world
Few keep their word
Least of all cancer
30 Replies to “Anita”
My God, C…. so sorry, heartbreaking.
Candice, I know this kind of loss, this kind of grief. The platitudes hold no comfort, so all I know to do is to try to be better, do better, love better, to try to fill a bit the space left empty of that goodness, and to remember and cherish. And to sit with those most afflicted in the grief as best I can. As much as virtual hugs can help, you have them.
Every line you have written is so very heartfelt, heart-wrenching, and true! Beautiful.
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TheFeatheredSleep – A good woman, too soon gone
Thank you for reading dear Bob ❤️
I wish I could find a magic wand, magic word – but there no magic for this, it’s raw, it’s senseless to us, and it hurts and causes chaos in your heart, mind and life. I am sorry that you are experiencing this, I too know this and I’m glad you got it out in the realstic and raw way you did, I hope it helped some – in the very least, to have gotten those words out of your heart. Much love to you, which is all I have or can offer to you while you’re going through this. Genuine love eternally to her son.
Such perennial anguish
The Chinese have an expression (I don’t know their word for it) but it roughly translates as “stealing your mind” – When another asks, maybe even begs, to know what you have learned, and takes it away 0 for free – I wish I could give the writer that piece of mind that would assuage this anguish, for there are hidden things which help to understand this wicked game. It does not diminish our grief, for if it did, it would make us less human, and lesser poets, but it would bring comfort to know that in someway we had touched souls
Awesome! An amazing poem! <3 well done!
You’re very welcome!
Your poetry is always stunning, thank you for sharing its Beauty with us all! ☀️
I appreciate that thank you so much!
Ah I am so glad I read these words of yours P.
Thank you dear one so much for your lovely words
Thank you so much dear Myth xo
Wow that’s so lovely. I appreciate you dear one ❤️
Oh you are abundantly welcome sweet one. 💖
The cruelty and injustice of life can be unbearable. This piece evoked a lot of memories from the loss of my particularly close friend, Bana. “Shatters into pieces of one great big cry” Yeah, that was exactly what the moment of her death felt like. I called her my surrogate mother. All I could remember screaming was “They’ve taken the wrong person!” Well-written, love!
Thank you so much my lovely one!
You are wonderful and I think so highly of you
That was genuinely the most beautiful and humbling compliment I’ve heard in quite a while. Thank you for that dear heart. 💗💗💗
I hope you are well!? I have missed your beautiful writing. ..
Thank you. I haven’t been writing as I have been publicizing my anthology of poetry by women SMITTEN but I will be back to it before too long. Thank you for saying you miss it as I really appreciate that and it helps me a lot.
Wonderful! Be Happy. I’m very sorry that you may not see likes from me on your work (as the same for many of the other writers) but the like tab never seems to work more often than it does. And it can be frustrating. I usually have to stream a writer’s blog to do so. Thank you for taking the time to reply back to me, I appreciate it! Good luck on your publicizing! Good stuff!! ☀️🙂
I have the same thing happen when I try to like work on some sites too so I totally understand. It really helps me want to continue on when I think something I write touches someone. I appreciate you dear Myth xo
Perfect! Take good care in your life! ☀️
I wrote about her in my last post on WP also – she stays with me every week
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