I wrote this poem the other night about how i felt after my wife died. I thought that maybe sharing it with everone would help me get back on track!! Here it goes:

Memories not yet written,
Taken while i slept,
Promises unfulfilled,
Meant to be kept,

I hold you in my arms,
Your last breathe come and gone,
Your voice is silenced,
Yet i still hear your song,

Last words unheard,
Choked by the quiet,
I want to die,
Too numb to try it,

The pain gets deeper,
As the memories taunt me,
I want to close my eyes,
But your soul-less stare haunts me,

PAINFUL MEMORIES,
TATTOOED ON MY SOUL,
THE NEEDLE OF DEATH STINGS,
THE INK OF EMOTIONS IS COLD,

Awake or asleep,
I can't tell anymore,
I cry as my faith dies,
My head on the floor,

I start to speak,
So that someone hears,
So they know i still exist,
But my words turn to tears,

My twisted thoughts,
Come out broken,
My silence is understood,
As words unspoken,

The memories come back,
Covered in black,
I struggle with depression,
As i make my way back,

The ink of pain,
And the needle together,
Tattoo the pictures in my mind,
Written forever,

I Cannot Escape them...

Josh,

I've read and reread your poem.

These lines get to me...reminds me of losing my father and sister.

Thanks for sharing your feelings. *hugs*

Marlene,
Thank you for reading my feelings and posting a comment. Writing poetry helps me cope with the painful memories and emotions, and posting that poem here and getting feedback has really helped me very much!!
Thanks for the hugs!! *hugs* back at ya!!