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NOTE:  2014 03 26  00H28 EST  Accepting the Unacceptable -




Accepting the Unacceptable

 

trying to accept that you're gone

this truth blares a cold controversy

a kind of betrayal beyond my heart

which weakens and burdens time

turns it into a slow motion tired rerun

 

like the grey tints that invade the last

images i beheld on your broken finale

your face though should've reflected

some indication of the peace you sought

it looked nothing close to peaceful

 

here you are, though gone, you're not

and here i am, though not gone, i am

in so many spaces we mingle yet still

we could never again in this plain

you haunt me.  i haunt me for failing

 

trying to accept that you're gone

all this time passed and still

trying to accept that you're gone

more time passes and still

trying to accept that you're gone

 

this truth bears witness to eternity

it's a loss so profoundly shameful

which shatters and burdens my heart

turns it all into a slow motion tired rerun

and makes it go on and on and on and on

 





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Written on 2014-03-26 at 05:29

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AFRODITE STATHI The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so sad.i mean you write magically but the emotion is deep and sad.i have as unacceptable the death of my mother and i do not know if i will accept it when it comes.you made me feel and think and that is always the question with poetry.thank you.
2020-05-27


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Though darkness has cast its eternal shadow on earthly bonds it has and will fail to diminish the spirit of love shared. A beacon to love and friendship that blazes across the void. A beacon sustained, in memory of a loss profound, by a heart without affectation.

Your words address the most difficult of subjects with a tenderness of heart that never fail to move this reader.
2014-03-30


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
How excellently this runs, the ennui which I find is a slow horrible agony - you describe this so well, that feeling of just wanting to sleep but your mind is just too active

You have soul, that I have never doubted with you and your writing which always amazes and impresses and makes me think I wish I had written that :-)

Elle x
2014-03-26



This is profoundly brilliant writing.
Ashe
2014-03-26



Very good!
2014-03-26


Rob Graber
Wonderfully constructed: the "slow motion tired rerun" becomes palpable in the brilliant fourth stanza. Bravo!
2014-03-26