The end of me began with the end of she
Her strength was my anchor my swagger and guard
she taught me not to give up when the going got hard
she taught me there were times to have faith
even when you had nothing left
just the thought of her disappointment
made me always strive to be best
and even when I failed, when the crest dangled by my side
she gave me nothing but love she showed nothing but pride
now I reside in this prison, this hell of locked memories
surrounded by all that she was and all she wished for me
And I am weakened my will as my soul is split and torn
I am weakened because all I can do is mourn
all I can do is cry, wish and beg for her return
and with every second I fear I am forgetting
some lesson I should have learned
every minute I contemplate the next question
she will never answer
and every hour I reflect on her killing cancer
It taunted her and stripped her then snatched her away
And I watched each day as her soul shifted
terrified to look, but determined not to miss it
And at the end I couldn't cry just floated through the motions
reaching in my dreams for her voice, awakening as I drowned in the oceans
of my tears, fears and years of regret
a parentless child... dying but not dead yet
a hollow shell, with a changing mask
with no need to fake because so few ask
and so I still exist in this world even after the end of me
because it all happened with the end of she...
Author notes
This is the edited contest version (for line requirements). The original is on my page as well.
Thanks for the read!
A contest entry
- The End of..... by Anna Emkah.
600 points, ended December 4, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This poem made me cry, not only literaly but also in reality. This is such an emotional piece. I am sorry for the loss of your mother, while you had already lost your father. That must be devastating. Despite your emotional outburst, I see this poem also as a tribute to your lost mother. It's very beautiful. I love it.
Anna.
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wow, this is one of themost powerful poems i have read here and i have been here for almost three years now. this is so full of aching anbd longing and raw emotion. i am bookmarking this. this is sucha sad story yet so well said but i will stop here for saying anything wrong for there is already too much pain in your words
i would say best of luck in the contest but this already wears gold in my eyes. be well and be blessed
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ooooh! that is so sad! i like how you described cancer "it taunted her and stripped her then snatched her away" a very good line =)
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