Each day I wake up I feel empty,
Just don’t know how to deal with the grief,
One moment I’m shocked with emotion,
Then I’m crying because God is a thief.
The hurt inside’s like an explosion,
Continuously re-lighting the fuse,
My body’s still numb without feeling,
Ever since I was told the bad news.
I just can’t believe that it’s happened,
How could you be taken so soon?
I feel that I’m going quite crazy,
Did the dish run away with the spoon?
Evenings I find is the worst time,
Find myself crying and sobbing all night,
In dreams I call out your name Mum,
But no answer and then it’s daylight.
One day I suppose it gets better,
Perhaps later time heals all this pain,
But I can’t see that far in the future,
I feel like I’m lost in the rain.
Just don’t know how to deal with the grief,
One moment I’m shocked with emotion,
Then I’m crying because God is a thief.
The hurt inside’s like an explosion,
Continuously re-lighting the fuse,
My body’s still numb without feeling,
Ever since I was told the bad news.
I just can’t believe that it’s happened,
How could you be taken so soon?
I feel that I’m going quite crazy,
Did the dish run away with the spoon?
Evenings I find is the worst time,
Find myself crying and sobbing all night,
In dreams I call out your name Mum,
But no answer and then it’s daylight.
One day I suppose it gets better,
Perhaps later time heals all this pain,
But I can’t see that far in the future,
I feel like I’m lost in the rain.
© 04/1999
4 comments:
Dearest Donnie, This poem is so beautiful!! You have been able to plaster all the pain and loss, and it makes me remember all those nights after my mum's death I would cry myslef to sleep and wake up crying... and it went over and over again, night after night, for I can't remember how long!
Love you lots, my dearest friend!!!
Thank you Dearest Jeannie!
I wrote these poems in 1999 shortly after her death, and wrote many, many more, in the 3 years of my depression, and just poured all my heart and feelings onto paper...
My writing really helped me get through such a dark period in my life and I know that without doing that I would really have gone crazy or even ended up dead in my sadness and loneliness far from my family.
Those 3 or 4 years are just a big blur to me now, it's as if I didn't exist, I dissappeared, but I still remember the feelings that I had.
Muchos Besos my dearest friend!! and thank you for always visiting and leaving all your wonderful comments on my Blog!!! :)
this is both sad and beautiful. very lovely tribute to your mum.
Great poetry Irmao! It's a sad one as it tells everything you've been throught that time. But Now you're ok and this is what metter!
As you know your mom will be always with you!
Abraçaõ Imrao!
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