Wife Death Poem

The Death Of My Wife

The worst time of my life. Poetry was my only outlet, the only thing that kept me alive.

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No Refuge

© more by Roger W. Sandmann

Published by Family Friend Poems January 1, 2024 with permission of the Author.

As the shower tried to wash away
the dust and grime of the day
my grief ran down my face as well
my cries were muted as the tears fell
this is my spot where I can mourn alone
where I try and try forever to atone
for every wrong I ever committed
hoping and praying I'll be acquitted
I relive that day as images flash by
and as the water flows I silently cry
the flashbacks come in waves of pain
they surround me but never find the drain
and just as surely as the water can drown
the suffering can also pull me down
for there is no rescuer here to save me
and from this torrent I shall never be free
as I leave the shower my body is bathed
but my shattered soul is completely unfazed
there's no amount of scrubbing that can mend
this crushing torment that has no end

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