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Offline Sandra61

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Poem about the way time seems to change after suffering a loss
« on: November 10, 2018, 01:00:04 PM »
I wrote this last weekend when I was feeling low. I thought it might be something I'm not the only one to feel.

When One Heart Stopped Beating

One heart stopped beating and my world crashed down.
One heart stopped beating, yet the earth still spun round.
One heart stopped beating and, for me, time just stopped,
One heart stopped beating, yet hands still move round the clock.

One heart stopped beating and my own heart broke,
Yet still beat on, despite the blow it was smote.
One heart stopped beating and my whole life changed,
Yet life round about me still rolled on the same.

One heart stopped beating and my days filled with pain
Yet, for everyone else, life still goes on the same.
A whole year has passed in the blink of an eye,
Yet each day, for me, drags so slowly by.

The life that I lived before so effortlessly
Is now fraught with problems I could not foresee;
The forms I must fill and the bank I must see,
The letters to write and the tax I must pay;
The belongings I must sort through;
All the things I must do
Whilst hurting so much more than I ever knew.

One heart stopped beating and everything changed,
Yet the world round about me still moved on the same.
One heart stops beating and the cost is so huge
To those left behind by the one that they lose.
Their world is shaken right to the core,
So how can the world just move on as before?

One heart stopped beating and turned my world upside-down.
Now in things I enjoyed, no more joy can be found.
Now sad and not happy are Christmas and birthdays,
Because you will be missing forever and always.

And if yet I can smile on occasions rare,
I also feel falling, an unbidden tear,
And surprised and embarrassed, I wonder why?
But then realise it’s because you’re not there to share.

And in a room full of people, I still feel alone,
And wander, quite lost, through my familiar home.
And grief isolates me from those round about,
Who don’t understand and fail to reach out.

And I measure my year by anniversary dates
Of when you first fell ill, then left for heaven’s gates.
Now each new year starts on the date of your passing,
Not on January 1st with fireworks and parties.

And no longer can I look forward to each new year
With the excitement and anticipation I used to feel,
But instead now look back with longing and sadness
For the days that have gone, taking with them the gladness.

And I count the years by the time you’ve been gone,
Not the days and the months and the years that roll on.
And though since you’ve been gone, it may have been years,
It can yet seem like yesterday that you were just here!

And although, in my head, I know that you’re gone,
And that life (so they tell me) still has to go on,
I can still be surprised not to see you there,
Still sitting, as always, in your favourite chair!

One heart stopped beating, and in that one instant,
Everything changed, never to be the same.
And in this new world of contrasts, the road’s disappeared
And I strive to carve a path through a jungle instead,
Where everything’s backwards and turned on it’s head!

What happened to me on the day when you left?
How did life get so altered when you left me bereft?
And now my time is measured by a different clock,
How did the world, when you left me, somehow fail to stop?

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Re: Poem about the way time seems to change after suffering a loss
« Reply #1 on: November 22, 2018, 06:35:38 PM »
That’s so moving, I for one can identify myself and my feelings in your poem xxx

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Re: Poem about the way time seems to change after suffering a loss
« Reply #2 on: November 25, 2018, 08:06:00 PM »
That's a brilliant poem, in grief it definitely feels like you're stuck in stasis while the world moves by as if nothing ever happened, when I first lost my dad I remember a feeling of anger that the world dare continue without him in it, your words capture how I felt and continue to feel sometimes