My calendar
used to have
crosses
all over
the special days
of each year
and I could not
wait
for them to come
and go
Now
all days
are holidays
and I have
a whole year
to pack
unwillingly
listening to
eulogies
None
of the nice
things
people say
mean anything
to me
for comfort is
acceptance
of their own
loss
My ears ring
on the
sound of one
word
which means
the world
to me
as of late
spoken by
true felt
love
"Stay"
Author notes
Contest entry.
A contest entry
- What If You Were Dying? (Big Points) by SamanthaSam.
1100 points, ended October 22, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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WELL done!
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true.
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Someone in your corner cheering you to stay with them and not letting go?? It does make it so more real when family or freinds start saying goodbye to you before you even die. It's like goodbye, good riddance, hurry up and go away so we can move on with our lives. I think sometimes they want to comfort themselves, they need to, and the one dying needs to be brave for them. You said alot here in your poem with these short words and sentences, you said so much. It touches my heart and makes me think about things. Keep on penning and good luck in my contest. Thank you for entering.
Sam I Am
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