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Tonight...

As I walked
    along the corridor, alone,
          for the first time,
              in years…

Your memory
    is still fresh in my mind…
For you are just
    in another room…

I went from
    joy and anticipation,
          to
    terror, heartache, and despair,
          all in a just few minutes…
For as I watched,
    you were taken from me…

I reach for your hand,
    as so many times before…
Was it there,
    truly there,
          just unseen, and unfelt?
I realized then,
    that it may never
          be again…

What would happen next?
Would you pull through?
If so, would you ever be the same?
Unknown answers,
    but some hope…
Hope that would be dashed,
    as you would leave
          just a few days later…

Someone pinch me,
    and wake me
          from this nightmare…
Bring our lives back,
    the way they were…

Are you still there with me,
    as I feel you are,
          hope you are?
Are you guiding me?
For I need all the help
    I can get…


© Jonathan Wikkins April 26, 2003
Revised February 29, 2008
All Rights Reserved

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  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    April 6, 2008

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    Congratulations

    On your winning entry in this contest. This poems is so filled with emotion one cannot help but feel it in every ounce of self. Excellent work. Congratulations on your win. ~Pamela


  • paulcreates silver member
    April 5, 2008

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    Such a raw depiction of grief this is. I can relate to everything especially this:
    "...joy and anticipation,
    to
    terror, heartache, and despair,
    all in a just few minutes…"
    Thank you for entering.
    Paul


  • Leance
    May 25, 2003
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    This is sooooooooooo sad........I am so sorry for the loss that you suffered....It must have been horror to go through this.....I have my own horrors so I can relate so much to this deep love that you have perfect shown here......thanks so much for all the comments you leave for me. They are truly heartfelt.......lisa anne


  • Amunet Wolfbane Moderators member
    May 18, 2003
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    A beautiful write for you. So sad. But I believe she is there with you, watching over you and guiding you. It's hard to lose the ones we love and even harder to watch it happen. I like to believe that they have done what they came here to do and that now they are in a highter plane, a better place, where they can watch us. So if you feel here hand close softly around yours as you walk or sit and watch TV...know that it is her, not your imagination...you'll know when she is there. I feel deeply for your loss, you seem like a wonderful, loving person and your life will be blessed

  • Tudor Rose
    May 5, 2003
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    very good

    Very good write, death is a hard subject to write about and you wrote it masterfully well done and congrats on the trophy.


  • rufina caraid gold member
    May 2, 2003
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    Oh Dear Mike, another sad, beautiful poem from you. pulling at my heartstrings, as you weave your story into a fine piece of art.
    Truly beautiful
    ~von~

  • sweetsinger04
    April 28, 2003
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    i think that elegant really is the best word for this sad lil poem. i'm so very sorry for your loss, and i too believe that they watch over us when they go. i lost an aunt and grandmother, both who i was very close to, and everyonce in awhile i feel a hand on my shoulder right when i need it most and i know they are there. they always were and they always will be. keep writing, you have such a wonderful gift for capturing a feeling. thanks.

    sweetsinger


  • bonnie blue
    April 28, 2003
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    that connection between souls crosses over from this life to the next form or level we choose...she is part of your evolution as a human being, child of God...just as you are part of hers...it makes no difference at all that you still dwell in this earthly life while she's gone on ahead...what matters most is that you helped her fulfill her grandest idea about herself, and she...you. hope i haven't wandered off too tangentially to make sense to you...'cause i think this is important stuff that i'm supposed to say, for whatever reason. dunno why, i just DO.

    loved this prayerful, sorrowful yet hopeful piece. its contrasts in mood are what keep the reader engaged...and i was, totally excellent work, my friend



    bonnie

  • budhanoir
    April 26, 2003
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    This is a tremendous poem... it hits home for anyone who has lost someone... and wonders...

  • anne
    April 26, 2003
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    sad and lonely...but elegantly written. thanks for sharing.


  • bec
    April 26, 2003
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    This is a really lovely poem....almost made me cry though! I always like to think that people we've lost are still watching over us, and sometimes i find little signs that reassure me that they are. (sounds silly i know, but is a comfort to me.)
    I loved your poem. Beautifully written.
    Well done
    bec x


  • Lurie
    April 26, 2003
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    She is there Mike...all the time, guiding you and watching over you and missing you the same way you miss her!
    Now ya made me cry again......


    When you feel the warm summer breeze
    grace your cheek,
    I am there with a kiss.
    When you feel the tug on your arm
    in a crowd,
    I am there leading you.
    When you feel the edge of your bed sink at night,
    I am there with a sigh,
    watching you sleep..................Laura

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