It's clear that part of me
lived in you when
you were with us
and now I'm lost in time.
I'm like a ghost on a ship
that doesn't find its destination
I feel very seasick
as well as heartbroken
for losing you this soon.
It's clear that part of me
admired you when
you acted fearlessly
and now I'm lost in time.
Days melt into each other
the pain is unbearable
I can touch wounds
as well as feel the rage
that reminds of me this loss.
It's clear that part of me
ran after you when
you moved rapidly
and now I'm lost in time.
I'm like a broken records
that repeats the same song
I can relate to the words
as well as adore the melody
for pulling my heartstrings.
It's clear that part of me
died with you when
you stopped breathing
and now I'm lost in time.
Years go by in mourning
the boy with kindness heart
I feel your solid presence
as well as hear the cry
for calling me home.
. . .
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A/N: Hi, lovelies! How are you doing? I seem to post a lot of poems these days and I'm not mad about it because it's one of my favourite ways to express my thoughts and feeling and this one is about my late brother. Mourning is such a personal thing, yet so worldwide and constant(especially in these current times of war) that we see it everywhere; on the streets, in our homes, in the eyes of our loved ones and even in nature and wildlife. Isn't it kind of comforting? Well, for me it is and I'd never stop using it in my writing. So, while I miss my brother and spending time with him, I know that he's somewhere in between times and is looking out for me and my whole family and that my friends, is the truth not some form of blind faith.
I do hope you're having a great summer so far and enjoying each moment you get to spend with your grandparents, other relatives as well as siblings, friends and even pets - it's very vital.
With love,
M.
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