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I wish on stars but see a waning moon
And though I want to be there til the end
I fear that I may pull away too soon
How to protect a heart from pain I know
There is no anodyne able to heal
The scars I'll wear within me when you go
And grief from sorrow's reach I'm loathe to feel
But who among us has the strength to dare
Consider Death may swing her scythe's blade too
Toward any of us, living unaware
Perhaps, my friend, I'll lead the way for you
And so I'll give you all I have to give
For whatever time that you have left to live.
submitted for Poetry Potluck, Void, Loneliness, and Sorrow, at Jingle Poetry
6 comments:
loving for as long as we have them is a life well lived...loss is hard though when it darkens our door...
This is so beautiful. I hope your friend knows how blessed they are.
what a bittersweet goodbye,
u rock.
well done.
"anodyne" I really love this word I can't imagine why I haven't used it. This a touching, heart-felt poem. Truly beautiful. I know the pain of losing friends not death but abandonment.
I think at this point in my life I would rather lead the way than have to say goodbye to any more friends. That is hard.
That is really good. Deep and thought provoking. I know none of us is getting out of here alive, but that fact doesn't make it any easier. The older we get (like me), the more we have to deal with it.
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