how can she not be here?
those curtains were barely used
how can she not be here?
there was so much ahead
how can she not be here?
how can anyone suddenly be dead…
Tag: greif
Rose Coloured Glasses – August 2012
death does not make people perfect
and rose coloured glasses
do nothing to disguise the tears
and there were many
I Do Not Mean to be in Such Pain – Written July 2012 (Aged 37)
and the pain is real, the hurt still sore
i do not mean to wallow
but in my emotional drunkeness
the grief is an easy light to follow
They Almost Tattoo My Eyes
it has turned to drought
all this is hard to take
smiling in the right places
is hard to fake
Words Can Fall Short – Tuesday 31st July 2012
i try to remember their face
the moments,
when a smile was there
If You Were Here – July 2012
If You Were Here if you were herei would tell you of this joband the flat and the life we … More
Mum, I Miss You…
Mum, I Miss you… mum, i miss you…in my memoryi scrutinise your facehoping to replace the image of death with … More
Rage and Anger My Pillow – July 2012
i listen
but it is different
i lie down
rage and anger my pillow
Tears Escape – Sunday 1st July 2012
and i pay the bill
the cost for the pain i feel
and the cost for what is lost
is mighty steep
Moments are Precious – Friday 22nd June 2012
final moments
phone calls
and still something
it remains so difficult
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 