When The Light Went Out
The light went out of my life that day.
It was swallowed whole, trapped in a cave.
Though I try in vain to bring it back,
It alludes me now, gone to black.
And I feel somedays like the walking dead.
Nowhere am I going, nowhere have I tread.
And the sorrow that replaced those brilliant rays,
Has crushed me heavy under the weight.
Can it ever be regained?
Will I see the light of day?
Can I feel the warmth again deep inside?
Will I ever stop the tears, the cries?
Can this burden be released?
Will the darkness ever cease?
Perhaps one day as I sit in this cold,
In this place where I try to grab hold.
Of what was once my life and light,
Though I am shattered, even in my strife.
I sometimes will remember the golden days once more,
When the light glowed warm from deep in my core.
Yes, I will cling to those memories I knew.
Before I lost the light, before I lost you.
© Donna Donabella 2015
As my father’s birthday approaches each year, I am drawn back to those special times, and special memories. I lost my father in 1998, and sometimes there are only those days where all I have is much sadness. This poem is reflective of one of those sad times I have had recently. Next Sunday, I will post a poem that speaks of the happy memories.
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Special Note: The lilacs from my garden represent memory as this are all I have now of my father, and many days they just do not sustain me.
I leave you with a few words about memories and loss.
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