Tomorrows Are Never Promised

Tomorrows Are Never Promised

A Poem by Ruth
"

In memory of my Nan...

"


Death will f**k you up
without malice of forethought
familiar chair
empty
curtains
half closed
hideous mug
now mine
blood swilled stomach
bloated from malpractice
broken bones
splintered neglect
then the painful pangs 

to speak to you again
about strawberries and the sea
the way you combed my hair
about nothing inparticular
then the empty chair
cold and threadbare
fate has returned me to Decemberland
where more than one ghost now roams




©2017 PoppySilver


© 2017 Ruth



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Ruth

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The pain of loss is often unrelenting, and even when it becomes an old pain it can come back and sting like it is brand new. I like the way you wrote this, thank you for sharing it.

Posted 1 Day Ago


Your poem brings back some memories that are both beautiful and painful. I don't know but somehow you manage to put up words that perfectly fit together,. Its like every word has a profound connection to next and it is just amazing

Posted 5 Days Ago


Very grabbing write to the reader,awesome selections on word choice, I felt the whole poem. Great job.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Heart touching poem. I love your thought. Thanks for sharing..


Posted 2 Months Ago


Jarring. Amazing. Heart wrenching. Grief laid bare and splayed upon the table. I cannot tell you how this moved me

Posted 3 Months Ago


This poem brings back memories of my own. It goes straight to the heart. It's so hard to see a person go from superhuman to not being with us at all anymore. As a child who spent a lot of time with my grandmother growing up, seeing the depictions of the possessions left behind was something that really haunted me.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Scary and so full of emotion
about the subject
those remaining reminders that often tell us
to never forget the loss of life.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Very well done, can feel the emotion

Posted 8 Months Ago


Working in a nursing home, I see the brokenness of residents even into their final days...so sad to see, but they do touch your heart...

Posted 9 Months Ago


She was a beautiful and strong woman. Forever in the memories of the loved ones.

Posted 9 Months Ago



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