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Though Tears Fall, A Smile Remains
To live life, in view of heaven
Yet it is blurred by teary eyes
Close your eyes and count to seven
Now open them, and see the azure skies
Yet you ask "Why is life so cruel?"
What purpose can my pain serve?
Between life and death, it's a constant duel
A hole in my chest, my heart an open nerve
Losing those that we love the most
Is the same as if we died ourselves
Like being tied to a whipping post
We remain trapped, locked in our cells
Resigned to hold the pieces of your soul
Whilst you drown in warm, salty droplets
We crawl deeper in the endless hole
Despair comes forth, catching your sorrow in goblets
Until the warmth of hands embrace your face
Your eyes rise to meet your savior
That whom you lost in the first place
Finally, tears of rememberence have gained your favor
Again you look to the azure above
With once weary eyes that now are clear
Thinking back on the resounding love
Of those who have gone, but will always be near
Yet it is blurred by teary eyes
Close your eyes and count to seven
Now open them, and see the azure skies
Yet you ask "Why is life so cruel?"
What purpose can my pain serve?
Between life and death, it's a constant duel
A hole in my chest, my heart an open nerve
Losing those that we love the most
Is the same as if we died ourselves
Like being tied to a whipping post
We remain trapped, locked in our cells
Resigned to hold the pieces of your soul
Whilst you drown in warm, salty droplets
We crawl deeper in the endless hole
Despair comes forth, catching your sorrow in goblets
Until the warmth of hands embrace your face
Your eyes rise to meet your savior
That whom you lost in the first place
Finally, tears of rememberence have gained your favor
Again you look to the azure above
With once weary eyes that now are clear
Thinking back on the resounding love
Of those who have gone, but will always be near
Published 20th Oct 2023
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Sounds like mourning the loss of a loved one. Emotional development comes to my mind. Perhaps something was missing or misunderstood in the relationship. It almost becomes interjected and justified, in questioning truth and purpose, vicariously losing someone. Such would be common at a funeral today. Knowing who or what is responsible, let alone the association of guilt and blame, wouldn't be understood. Unseen in self, it tends to be cast upon someone or something else, even in modern psychology. Such feelings as shame, doubt, question, fear, mourning generally aren't known to the fullest depth and degree they should be, let alone the importance such emotions have in sacrifice. Anyway, the philosophy behind this poem is entirely human. I hope whatever you're dealing with can be mended, if it is personal reflection coming out in your work. If not, good job at capturing some of what goes on in grief and sadness, and some of the transitions. This had a certain "feel" to it. Thanks for sharing!
23rd Oct 2023 4:14am
It was more of a reflection on the past. I'm fine, but I just felt like it need to be written. Thank you for reading!
