She’s moving and soothing my cries of despair,
And transverses with triumph all thoughts and all cares.
Brightness in bonds binding memories past,
Lies discarded, disfigured, dulled to the last.
Seeking, from silence, up into the light,
She’s searching for solace in infinite night.
And I know that she’s lost, I know that she’s gone –
That a widower’s wondering is all that lives on.
I know I can’t feel what my senses call real,
Yet out from the darkness comes fevered appeal:
[Why have you left me, abandoned, alone?
Have you forgotten all we have known?]
Tempered torment yields anguish, anger to pass
And haunting, she’ll hunt me, down to the last.
Yet escape may ensure a minute’s delay
From leaving the living reborn to the day.
Author notes
The 3rd part in a series:
Part 1: http://allpoetry.com/poem/2897046
Part 2: http://allpoetry.com/poem/3278702
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Comments
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Quite a haunting piece of work here. I don't know where the original inspiration came from but these three poems give a sense ot time passing through some deep tragedy and though moving forward little has been attained in moving towards a lighter place.
"I know I can’t feel what my senses call real,
Yet out from the darkness comes fevered appeal"
These two lines remind me of someone who has suffered a great deal and is perhaps looking towards the future where they know there is light at the end of the tunnel but try as they might to reach it, it eludes them. This poem appears to leave questions unanswered which creates an opening for further additions to the series!
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