Memories emerge from the darkness
of the night becoming one with my soul
like the rivers that flow into the sea.
These hours before dawn are like a cold
rain pounding into my heart. The grief is
fierce as it raises then returns to consume
my spirit, assaulting my senses. The depths
of my courage wounded, I am listing in a sea
of sorrow my life filled with more grief than
many can bear. I search for a miracle, hope
merges with despair, is my destiny to lose
all that I have ever loved. It is the hard cold
hour before departing this misery.
©2014.annjohnsonmurphree
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This is incredibly powerful, Ann – one can really sense your anguish.
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thank you Chris, you valued words are welcomed. Ann
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Ann – Powerful and haunting. Each word strategically placed as if they are soldiers going into battle.
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Thank you so much for your caring comment. Ann
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Oh yes, how that hour can weigh so heavily. Beautifully conveyed.
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Thank you
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is my destiny to lose
all that I have ever loved.
I have often felt this way and have become very cynical and really find no consolation in the stupid Eastern religion stuff about the impermanence of all things. Often encapsulated myself and not get too attached. But I also think – enjoy it while you can and don’t be afraid to embrace for if I do the Great Taker wins completely.
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Carl, Your wisdom was received graciously and taken to heart. Thank you for your comment. Ann
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This is like having an autopsy on my heart while I feel every bit of the pain of it too. Thank you for all you write Ann. Teri Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 05:39:17 +0000 To: terichamberlain@hotmail.com
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Teri, thank you so much for your comment, it meant so much to me. Ann
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Thank you for putting your work out there, and for your smart selections of what to read and enjoy by everyone else!
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Thank you for this comment, it meant a great deal for me to hear that, have a great week. Ann
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