Monday, February 3, 2014

Pain and loss

I have not written a word in so long and now more than ever I have to.

How do I write my hurt in prose
while deep within my heart it grows.
I can't begin to pen the pain
for now each word may be in vain
as only God knows if you hear,
since you are now, no longer here.
A broken heart, a shaken soul
for all the moments left untold.
I wish I had the time to tell
all that caused this heart to swell.
All the laughter, all the pain,
all things different, all the same.
Tears perched deeply in these eyes
death came knocking without lies.
Nothing made up, nothing blurred,
memories wrapped in every word
all the things now left unsaid
as you rest your weary head.
I loved you then and love you still,
I pray you know, I always will.


Keisha E-Cook
Aka Deo Volente

February 3, 2014