Before you Died

by Ð맆îñ¥   Aug 23, 2005


Sunshine showers
Colourful flowers
Vivid sight
No more night
No need to hide
Before you died

Wasn’t lost, don’t need
A map to find a way
Now I need a way to find you
To hear what you have to say

Now I’m left sitting on a frozen world
Now I’m to be apart from you
No more you, no more me
I can’t see the door to follow on through

The binds on me stay unbroken
The wounds of past pains shatter
The sun has receded
Listening to rain patter

Clouds of storms stranded in the sky
How now, why, now, why did you die?
How is it you could leave me the lurch?
Why am I sitting at the front of a church?

Can’t you retrace your steps and come sit with me?
Could you not come find a way for me to see?
Is there no way for me to pass though the glass?
Have we left each other at last?

The preacher has started
His words of the fates
The angels should call me too
No world without you

The people are crying
My eyes are dry
Nothing left to leave
Part of me has died

Too late for me when there’s no you
Wherever you go I’ll find a way too
If you hide, be sure I will find
I’ll break through my bonds, make them unwind

I’ll rewind the tape and we’ll start again
Sitting in thoughts as the people lead out
The tears and the tears
My body’s in drought

I’m afraid of life when there’s no guide
I’m afraid of death with nowhere to hide
I was never afraid
I was never afraid before you died

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  • 17 years ago

    by C Cattaway

    This is a beautiful write, full of understanding at the deprivation the reader can share with you, when someone so close has moved on.. Very well done again. xx

  • 19 years ago

    by lauracampbell

    Im not great on comments but im guessing that it is true as there is things in there you probably carnt make up sweet poem.

  • 19 years ago

    by Bogie

    Oh!!! My, loss of life to a person
    close or to a friend is always sad.

    “Can’t you retrace your steps and
    come sit with me?”
    This stanza is a great write in its self
    as is the whole read indeed.
    Excellent poem, write on.

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