21. My Mask
Every morning I wake up and put on a mask.
The mask makes everything seem all right,
But they don't know I cry at night.
The nightmares just won't go away.
Every morning I wake up and put on a mask.
The mask makes everything seem all right,
But they don't know I cry at night.
The nightmares just won't go away.
First, I am profoundly sorry for the loss you've had to endure. Please take comfort in knowing you are not alone. Yours is the only poem that spoke clearly to my heart. So well put. The...
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Why must mothers say goodbye?
Every time children die -
The angels cry.
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I trace the years in each fading frame,
clutching our smiles,
as joy and sorrow reclaim.
Wake up, beautiful.
Wake up from this tragedy.
Breathe,
Return to reality.
I hear your voice in the dead, dark night.
I look around, but no one's in sight.
Through the storms, the rain, the wind I fight,
But all you are is my whisper to find.
This poem reads the mind of a person affected by grief. "But right now/You can't" has the logic. It depicts the hope that there will be a time with "can."
Real Pain:
empty inside,
hard to breath tears run down my face,
I can't breath,
A tsunami of fire
A wall with no gate
Prayers unanswered
Utterly ignored
It's hard for me to accept that you're gone
I'm trying not to think about it all wrong
I know that you're gone to a better place
But sometimes I just want to see your face
I love your poem it reminds me of my little brother that passed away last June
I’ve searched for solace,
yet grief clings,
a shadow I can’t shake.
Loneliness tightens around my heart,