The Silent Mask Of The Perished Rose
The Silent Mask of The Perished Rose
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The Silent Mask of The Perished Rose
Poem For Julie
(born 26th January 1953-died-murdered 26th December 1983)
(Gone Too Soon)
My breath is now torn, through interminable winters morn
Warmth of sun’s rays lay absent, upon this dawn of cold.
Shadowing darkness discerns and deciphers each breath I take
“Never Give Up”
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will
" INFINITE ENTRAPMENT"
And when I die, which is impending, it is of no great sigh.
Stars sometimes vanish, unseen from our sight,
My best friend Wendy wrote a poem about our mutual friend, Lyndon, who died on September 25th 3 years ago. So sadly 1 year later, Wendy, my dearest and best friend, committed suicide. I have been left alone, and I miss both of them so much. The three of us shared such happy times together. Wendy and Lyndon, I love you both so very much, and I wish we were together again.
I so feel your utter torment and pain. Each and ever day, is a tumultuous and too painful way, to finally to get to sleep, knowing that this is the only silence and peace, you will keep, just for you. There are so many millions of sensitive and heartbroken, disillusioned beautiful people who share your utter sadness. Do not persecute yourself, for you are one of the beautiful creations who helps this world to go on. We, who suffer from debilitating depression, self blame, guilt, sorrow through loss and grief, are the backbone of our world. We keep it going on, somehow. If everyone was selfish, materialistic, Sociopaths or Psychopaths, mankind would have destroyed itself many years ago. I know the days can be too painful, and the nights of blackness, too long. But you have to continue, emotionally fight this curse of emotional pain and debilitating self destruction. For you will eventually will be so determined one day to strive for meeting your own goals. Just for you. And you only. AND YOU WILL! Bless you! XX
Your sensitive words truly show your absolute understanding of what your friend was experiencing. You must have been the best of friends for you to have such an insight into depression and the painful ramifications, that, no matter how hard you try, it never leaves you. Depression at it's worse, we who suffer from this evil, constant invasion of our thoughts and our souls, would freely trade a limb just to be rid of the utter sadness, that is overwhelming and consuming our days, and nights. We do eventually become so tired, and absolutely worn out, from the battle of just trying to get through one day at a time. Your dear friend was so fortunate to have a friend like you.
Your beautiful and heartfelt words, brought many tears to my eyes. Your Mum would be so proud of you. The pain you felt so badly during this very sad loss, you probably kept so much to yourself. Within your heart just for you. Your poem reflects what a beautiful human being you are. And your dear Mum would wish for you to get on with you life, to follow your dreams and to be happy. You have beautiful memories, and so does she. They will be in the purest part of your heart and soul, for the rest of your days. That special place that no one can ever take away from you. I also lost my beautiful Mum. She was very sick for too many years. It broke my heart when she passed away, into too many pieces. I thought I would never survive. I did, and have since lost all of my family members. The fairy tale stories read to us as children never prepare us for the actual realities of life. Love and loss. Hope and sadness. You have to keep going, and to pursue your dreams for yourself, and your Mum. She will always be there in spirit when you are sad, but will also be there to share your joys. Well done for writing such a heartfelt poem.
I so understand how you feel. When I was only 11 years of age, I was swimming laps in the pool, and a young male swam underwater and grabbed me in my private parts. Although at the time I had no idea why he did that. I had absolutely no knowledge about "sex", etc. But for so long, that invasion of my body has stuck with me. Along with many other things I prefer not to talk about. Please try to get on with your life, and realize, so sadly I know, that it happens to so many of us when we are young. You have your whole life ahead of you and you will be successful in your determination to make your life better for yourself. Always be cautious and aware of others. And only trust people when they have proven to you that they can be trusted. Best wishes and keep going on! There are many dreams that you will fulfill, and some that will never come to fruition. Look after yourself for you, and nobody else. You only get one go at life. When you are young, you feel that you will never grow old. But you do. So make sure you do the best you can for you. And put the past behind you. As we have to do.