life lost in a flash:
all our memories rush passed,
all the good, all the bad,
Last moment of the treasured Past,
before the Present becomes painful.
bad luck of a die cast,
Future lost and potential dashed. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #87 – Goodbye
Grief sobbed out in stereo
We, the worried, march,
Like ants, in single file,
Like the guilty, on trial,
Towards the sorrowful;
It’s too early in the morning,
For this much ritual. Continue reading Misplaced Missives #181 – Death
I hide behind the words of wisdom of women wiser than I’ll ever be;
Hide behind the veiled revelations of grief,
Hoping no one will notice and try to comfort me.
Because the disguise denies the intimacy,
Of this pain.
To my shame, I admit I crave:
The sadness. The misery. The tears.
Because if my eyes ever clear;
If a smile ever appears;
It’ll feel like a betrayal. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #167 – Thank You – JG