With tears in her eyes
And in heavy sorrow
She stares at the world,
But the world pretends
Not to see her pain;
With a face of desolate numbness
She sits by a solitary window
To look out at the dark skies and rain.
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Two horses stand still in deafening silence. They begin a slow walk as the carriage of the fallen is drawn. A sea of black follows behind in solemn state. Sobbing can be heard as tears fall from sorrowful eyes. Black satin gloves and silk kerchiefs wipe the tears away. The walk is not long, but the anguish of separation is fully realized in those final moments. Hands are held and comfort is given. Behind dark shades and black veils, the streaming of tears is endless. The manifestation of sorrow in it’s rawest form causes the heart to break. The red and teary eyes of the sorrowful gaze off into the distance in trance like state. In silence, their hearts cry out to the heavens in search of solace and healing. Doves are released; their whiteness is contrasted against the blueness of the sky. A red rose is thrown and a final prayer is whispered.
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Remember our love
Remember our hearts
Remember our beauty
Remember our talks;Remember our pain
Remember our plight
Remember our suffering
Remember our fight;Remember our torment
Remember our eyes
Remember our sorrow
Remember our cries. -
Weary souls seek refuge
To come in from the cold
From dark and perilous nights,
And fierce and dogged fights
As they walk into that light
Oh, that divine and wondrous light,
And no more face that night,
That dark and treacherous night;
Where sleeplessness abounds
And sorrow and misery are found,
They were once in anguish bound
In torment they were bound,
But now have found their way
To that promised and glorious day
In peacefulness and light;
To the world they say goodnight,
In tranquil rest they say goodnight. -
Love, please do not forsake me
Invigorate my spirit and awake me
Let me see the sun shine again
Rescue me from the depths of hell
Let me kiss you with a kiss of longing
Revive me and embrace me in your warmth
Let us spend many wonderful seasons together
Let me forget my pain and find reprieve in you
Allow me to sleep gently in your arms and find rest in you
I will not be ashamed when calling your name
I will make clear my proclamations for you on the highest mountains
I will await your presence with patience and eager anticipation
A peaceful warmth comes over me at the though of your comfort
Love, let us slow dance together in the dusk of the twilight
After the twilight, let us lie in lush fields and kiss under the starlight
Let me pour out my heart to you and tell you of my troubles
Let me speak to you in soft tones, and whisper passionate words
Allow me to release my pain and cry tears of sorrow in your presence
I will tell you of my loss and my plight: I will tell you of my struggle and fight
Be patient with me and look past my many faults, for I am but a man
Love, whisper beautiful thoughts to me under the shade of a giant oak tree
I will await you patiently on the morrow, in hopes that you will finally find me. -
Black veils draped over weeping faces
The slow singing of hymns
The recital of scriptures
Sorrowful eyes take one last view
The closing of the final chapter
Crying and wailing ensues
Flowers and a large photo tower over lifelessness
Carved and varnished wood is draped with soft cloth
Six men line up in stillness; three on each side
The white gloves of the pallbearers clutch metal against wood
The lifting of the departed
The rolling of wheels down a narrow aisle
A long pause before another heave
The fallen is carried
The cargo is loaded
A constant flowing of tears
The long ride – -
No one can relate to his pain. In darkness he sits, while contemplating the story of his life. The relentless agony; the hurt and sorrow. The strife. He would say a silent prayer, but his prayers haven’t been answered as of late. Walking on a razor’s edge, a gust of wind could be the deciding factor of his fate.
The plight of the sorrowful is a long and winding road through the depths of hell. They claim to love him, but their definition of love is frail and without depth. They speak with forked tongues and whisper poisonous words in dark places. Their hearts beat with the blood of treachery and the darkness of their souls have devoured them. He sits and witnesses their demise from afar, as they unknowingly descend into the very pit they have made with the folly of their deception.
The kissing of lips and tender moments, the intimacy and sharing of love that existed in his memory, have been reduced to rubble. All that is left are sorrow, anxiety and perpetual suffering. The lonely are forgotten and cast into the deep sea of insignificance. Who will hear his silent cries? As he walks on, his cross grows heavier and heavier; love has been a dream, and happiness a prayerful wish. The heaviness of his sorrow is enough to crack the foundations of the earth, and the measure of his pain is enough to fill the seven seas.
Despite his travail, there is still love and a unique passion and warmth in his heart. He survives with raw determination and the memory of his mother’s face is glowing light. Still, rest is not easily found, as he walks into the darkness to face the terrors of the night.
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Of life’s trials
The billows of tribulation
I deeply inhale;
The hot and putrid smoke
Ascends from the dark abyss,
It burns my nostrils and blisters my skin
As it tests my will;
With tears in my eyes I will fight;
I will not relent,
For the winds of hell shall not prevail. -
Love captured my heart
For seven seasons,
But by the dawn
Of the autumn,
It had been blown away
Like leaves in the fall. -
In transfixed state
I lie awake,
A cawing crow
Predicts my fateI hope to cross
The burning fire;
The bridge I walk
Is fraying wire.
