Rant

by deeplydesturbed   Sep 6, 2018


This is just a mess of words - not even poetry, but sometimes we need to let it all out..

This year hasn't been the best, for any of us really.
Poor Andrea watching her Robin wither away..
Im sure it doesnt get easier, not matter the support
I suppose it's life.

We break, we crumble, but we pick ourselves up,
we straighten our path, only for Death to come knocking.

Then poor Ben, losing such a young one..
One who didn't get to experience a single breath..
One who didn't deserve to be taken...
Now his family will aways have this hole..
His poor wife and children and himself,
constantly suffering... Will time really heal all wounds?
Will time really help???

And to everyone else who has lost this year,
whether it be natural causes, disease, accident..
Or it was just the persons time.

I can not watch another person die. I'm sorry - I won't.
Not this year.. I should be there for the one I love,
Someone close to me advised it..
But I can't and I may be hated forever for it..

The older I get, the more I realise I am desinted for it.
To watch Death knocking on everyones door,
bar mine. Why? I have no clue, because I want it most.
I would in an instant trade places with anyone who has gone.
I will gladly leave this earth, for any of you.

Yet, here I am.. Beggin with him,
"please, please; take me instead"
yet as some sort of twisted joke
he takes a someone who is close
he knows how to get me where it hurts..

So what do i do in retaliation?
I push people away. I am desinted to be alone forever
If I let you loose, it's to save you, you are better off..
I tried, god did I try. I should have reached out to someone
instead I let the person I did try to reach out to never reply,
and I left it at that... Thats their choice. Friendships torn apart
by silly misread situations...
something else I can not fix..

I am sorry to all of those who have lost this year,
as I know how it feels. and once again, Death is here
knocking at another door, of someone close
someone I can not save...

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  • 5 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Judges comments

    Rant (by deeplydisturbed) 4 points

    The author of this piece states right at the beginning that it's not even poetry. However I think it is poetry in its truest, raw form.

    "We break, we crumble, but we pick ourselved up,
    we straighten our path, only for Death to come knocking."

    This is poetry indeed.

    That the author feels so much for the loss of others that she has most likely never met and never will is very touching.

    very thoughtful and well written 4 points

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    Nams

    A very deep write, with words expressing grief that fellow poets, of the toughest times. You have written this piece with a raw edge and it just flows as if you were saying it, a little like a letter in someway.

    Something none of us can escape, which is the saddest part of living

    anyway a brilliant piece of writing:0
    Much love and hugs, M :)x

  • 5 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Hugs to you xx

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Nams, death is a b*****, its cruel at times. Snatching away the innocents, loved ones before their time. Other times it's a release for those deeply ill. It's hard to see that when we are grieving. The fact you feel the way you do says how much you care and how much you hurt over these losses. Death is as much a part of life as life itself. This world is continually dying off and renewing with the seasons. Please dont close off, we are here for you and we are in this together. Hugs-

  • 5 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Hugs you :-)

    • 5 years ago

      by deeplydesturbed

      Andrea - hugs back. You are such an inspiration with how strong you are for your daughter. No matter how tough it is or how much you have days where you you just wish it was all a dream, you h ave held in there.
      I am sorry for everything you are facing. I should have reached out earlier, however, I have no clue what to say when this happens.. No matter how often we say we are sorry, it wont ever make the situation fixed..
      I do hope you reach out and get any help you need when you need it and don't bottle it all up..

      N

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