These beams, fragmented sunlight
To me, a remembrance of you
They spill through cracks of rose stained glass
Look closely, I hope you still see it too
Follow the the trace of warmth upon my eyelids she lightly kissed
Where sleep could make war forgotten in such a fragile bliss
From lullabies to first steps, the hand that guides me along the shore
Hands that showed me colours
Hands that gave me her universe and more
Till they let go.
Only left holding tears and empty hopes.
Lips that echo, lips that curve
Lips that laugh so hard till they cannot utter words
Till they shake and tremble in fear of her coming ghost
Eyes brimming with goodbyes.
Eyes that know.
Then comes bomb after blow, bellows after government lies
So long ago but still so freshly carved into my mind
And if not the adrenaline, it was them who made me leave our world behind
Your memory serves as my refuge while summer skies release their rain
And the scariest thought resurfaces
But its not fear of the pain.
Nor shrieking bullets from the plane.
Or our last touch at the train that replays over and over and over again...
But that my mind too may be watered down
Blurring with autumn's frown,
As your sunlight fades away
However, I am evidence that you were real.
So you can rest in peace now,
I am safe.
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You Can Cry When It Hurts - Short Poems
PoetryJust a short collection of poems for you to read (if they're any good 😅) with some calming music. Remember you can cry when things hurt. Crying is good for you.
