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by safachan Mar 30, 2023 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
The man I love lies under the olive tree The hero of my past is now of this world free At the top of the hill with neighbors and strangers Facing the sun, free from all of this world’s dangers Today, I walked the path leading to his final abode Under the rays of light I walked the endless lonely road No longer the child that used to beg for his love Nor was I the girl who used to make him stand so proud Today, I walked with heavy feet dragging the weight of words I wanted to say Haunted by the ghosts of my past begging me to let them stay The closer I got to the top of the hill, The harder it was for my heart to stay still There he was, serene and unchanging While each day I am from myself, estranging Before I looked down, I gazed at the sky above my head For once, I did not dread the fear that was lurking ahead I took a long breath as my eyes found their hydration And looked down at my father’s pinned location You see, I am no stranger to words, to talking nonstop My mind is haunted and the voices inside never shut up But as I stand in front of he who left me alone For once my mind was blank and my mouth was sown As if talking was no longer initiated by speech My mind begot a language the soul of the departed can reach You see, words betray us when we need them most The mind is a mystery and mine is haunted by a ghost My words turned to tears and my heart sunk in despair Only those who seek, shall find a pain they can bear I was brave, I must admit It took me years to deep dive into my heart’s pit I became friends with the demons inside They offered me peace and a place to hide I walked down the hill, leaving behind the olive tree The sun was no longer bright as I left behind a part of me Though less heavy, the words were never delivered Sinking back in my mind creating the ultimate blizzard did he miss me, is he okay? I wonder There he lays, the forgotten hero who’s Six feet under