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I don't want
to taste,
The salt in my own tears.
I don't want to be here.
I dont want to be wearing black.
I dont want to bury you.
I. Just. Want. You. Back.
I will "praise" you out of that grave.
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neopoet
Thu, 2023-11-09 01:33
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Leslie
Wed, 2023-11-08 20:40
I don't want
I loved this simple, direct, heartfelt write. Great job!
The power of our language can and will change the world.
Successively until our languages become one!
kowque
Thu, 2023-11-09 09:10
I'm finding there is a
I'm finding there is a simplicity to grief.
Thank you for the feedback.
Koki
Lavender
Wed, 2023-11-08 20:47
I don't want
Yes...you've said it well.
Peace,
L
kowque
Thu, 2023-11-09 09:10
Peace to you as well. Thank
Peace to you as well. Thank you
Koki
Geezer
Thu, 2023-11-09 09:28
At first...
I thought that you really didn't need the periods at the end of the piece, but as I read the words again, I saw that they were
full sentences, all by themselves. Simple thoughts, as if one could truly resurrect the deceased by sheer will alone.
I have felt this myself; I've experienced the thought, that if I could/would concentrate hard enough... I could make it happen.
I feel your pain and am sorry for your loss. Nicely done. ~ Geezer.
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kowque
Thu, 2023-11-09 10:16
Sometimes I imagine
Sometimes I imagine this isn't real. And I can just see her again. I wish sheer will was that powerful. Thank you for the comment.
Koki
Leslie
Thu, 2023-11-09 16:13
koki
after pondering the additional comments, I could see the depth of
emotion and desired to stand with you at that time. This simple poem
invoked a well spring of emotion. I am sorry for your loss.
The power of our language can and will change the world.
Successively until our languages become one!
kowque
Sun, 2023-11-12 20:57
To be honest
I would not want you standing by my side.
My mom keeps fainting.
I keep crying.
I would not wish these moments upon you,friend.
These are not kind times.
Thank you for the thoughtful words.
Koki