The Loss
Shannon Peoples 1983 (NY)
As I take this long journey
I find myself as a passenger on a rollercoaster of emotions
My soul crying like the great waterfalls of the earth
And my heart beating as if it was where the waterfall ends and the river of memories begins
My thoughts are like the waves of the ocean coming into the coastline brushing against the sands of time
A nightmare that knows no end and dances on the waking hours...sleep brings no rest
Only of what was and is now and thoughts crack open the sleep into the awake like a lightning bolt that has hit trees
A scene played by characters in a movie has become true reality and we are the characters
A symphony that echos throughout the land of tragedy make way down the streets of our every breath
The ifs, could ofs, would ofs, should ofs, the why's and how's chant like the monsoons
A hurricane's rage runs ramped only to be stopped by a tornado of sanity's winds
Repeating steadily like cloudy and sunny days
As time goes on the rollercoaster will slow down but never coming to a stop
A journey that I must take
A reality that I can't escape
I must learn to live with another broken wheel on the cart I sit in
Staying strong like the mountains that knows no defeats
And continue to stand as its environment changes like the stars in the sky
I will always miss you and I love you always & forever play throughout my entire body like an endless radio station stuck on one track
About this poem
My kids father tragically passed away... this is the best way I can express what I feel and hope that if someone reads this they do not feel alone
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Written on October 16, 2023
Submitted by dogma4562 on October 22, 2023
Modified by dogma4562 on October 25, 2023
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