The Reign of Pain
Tears,years, fears, pain, pane, rain, car, far, are you there, somewhere?
I can’t hear you. I can’t see you. I can’t feel you. Any more.
Why did you have to die? Why did you have to go?
Your kids bleed for you, you know.
Your wife aches for you, you know.
I pine for you, you know.
Your absence is our has been.
Attachment our sin.
And in this reign
of pain we fail
each in our own ways.
It may be a thin veil
that divides our souls but
why then does it feel like an iron curtain
creating the great divide
between our being and your nothingness?
(Written for the three year anniversary of my brother’s death.)
This entry was posted on June 14, 2014 by stockdalewolfe. It was filed under Asperger's and Love, Bipolar Disorder, Depression and Mania, Loss, Mood Photographs, Poetry and was tagged with Anniversaries of deaths, Asperger's and emotions, Attachment, Bipolar Depression, Bipolar Disorder, Brothers and sisters, Deaths, loss, Pain, Perils of attachment, Tears.