Posts Tagged ‘mourning’

When I wrote this, I did with a lot of guilt and hurt in my heart. This is dedicated to one of my mentors. One of the most honest, struggling person I’ve met. Your faith has saved you and now you’re with your Lord.

Memoir

Nobody remembers the dead
When they were alive, we might as well forgot about them
Everyone pretends not to know who they were
The life they spend with sacrifice, with love, with pain.
This ghost haunts inside my head
No, I wasn’t the biggest friend nor was I there at the end
Everything I promised I would do for, I never did
This is a heavy weight I have to live with, and nothing else
In times like this, you realize you could have done so much more.

Now they rest
They don’t need of your support anymore
You don’t need to visit them when they’re sick
You don’t need to remind them how much you love them
You don’t need to worry about how their doing
You don’t need to worry how they feel;
If they’re hungry, sad, or alone.
Now they’re in a better place, where they’re being taken care of.

Parents mourn their child
When life runs backwards
And the young die before the old
No parent can stand to see their child being sick
No parent can stand to see their child suffer
No parent should witness their child die
And no parent should bury their own child
The thought of Heaven isn’t comfort enough
When you’re hurting because of the loss
But the strength’s in the will of the host
And sometimes instead of fighting is best to rest
Is not about giving up but about letting go
When your name is being called
And with a smile you respond to your caller
You leave a gleam of hope for those down here
Who do still remember.

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Kind of a personal poem

Passing Away

Pain caresses my face
And rests in my heart
Reminding me of my mortality.

Time, it hurts
As it passes too fast
Reminding me of my existence.

On that day I will die
Lost in the shock of the news
That I can’t process in my mind
Oh, no, this can’t be true.
Turn back time.

Distance is poison
Filling up in my cup
Reminding me of my loneliness.

Silence is murder
Swallowing my pride
Reminding me of my faithlessness.

On that day I will die
Drowned in the tears
Of the things I cannot no longer grasp
All the moments that came to pass
Oh, no, this can’t be true.
Please, bring them back.

All of my life meaningless
I couldn’t keep you alive
All of this pain, senseless
In this thing you call life.

And on that day
Time will stop
To go around again
To mock
The fact that you’re gone
And I’ll never be able
To have you in my arms.

On that day I will die
Lost in the shock of the news
That I can’t process in my mind
Oh, no, this can’t be true
Turn back time.

On that day I will die
Drowned in the tears
Of the things I cannot no longer grasp
All the moments that came to pass
Oh, no, this can’t be true
Please, bring them back.

This can’t be true
Oh, God, please, bring us back.

I dedicate this somebody…

The Art of Feeling

These are four ghosts haunting
Memories of the people once living
Reminder of death’s powerful force
Truncating all smiles when it absorbs.

If I am to die, I want to die quick
Enough of this slow suffering
Weight upon hearts left behind
To feel desperately abandoned.

Death is not my friend
And it will never be
It only leaves pain
To the self that still bleeds.

Death was the end
But your story haven’t concluded yet
Enough with the lies
It should only vanish for those who bring hurt.

Add one ghost, two I won’t see coming
How am I to let go when they’re still living?
Mourning for the people I cannot touch
Going riddling rounds for those I cannot reach.