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LittleC

This is a poem I wrote after my sister almost died in a near fatal car accident. comments/criticism welcome.

The Ache

My heart never ached so
As when the doctors said you would go
Was it not hours before
We laughed and played at life’s open door?

How quickly things do change
Pretty soon my life would be rearranged

The loss of you
Would’ve been a partial loss of me
Because we worked hand in hand
One always supplying the others demand

My emotions swelled
But no one did I tell
Until I reached my breaking point
And my tears rose up as if from a well

Unknown cries climbed from my throat
As words desperately slipped out through strained chokes.
But on I went
With my pain barely spent
Still longing to know if you had stayed or went

Days did pass and we waited to hear
Would this be a mournful year?
And soon words were spoken
That I keep in my heart like a token.
You would live
But suffering was still something you had to give

Now I can remember those passing days of eternity
Was it a minute? An hour? A day?
No one could really say
Because pain has no definite time
It hangs on that thin line
Of indefinite awakening

At moments the ache returns
Always reminding me of the time
When for you God did yearn

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"I've got weed and you've got wine
To Each his own,
And I think we'll be just fine."
-Me

 

Panama

I can relate to these words.

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KWhite

As can I.

Thank you for that vision
Kelly