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You're Gone

Contributed by cocacola1331 on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 09:23:11 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Now you're gone...
Gone away,
there to stay.
It hurts me to think you're
not here.
It hurts me to think you're
not near.

You haven't been away for long,
and I'm still in denial,
I think you're going to come back -
walk in that door,
stay for some more...
But I know it's just going to take a while
for everything
to sink in.

You left me,
I wasn't ready for your leave,
wasn't ready to part from you,
to take on the world by myself.
I feel so alone,
like I'm deserted in this great big world.

There's only one me
and so many other people
out there...
I know I have people here for me,
people who also lost you too,
but noone else depended on you
like I did...

I know I have people here for me,
but it's not the same...
They don't see...
the problems I endure,
or anything close to it.

Now you're gone...
Gone away,
there to stay.

I know that I say you're gone,
your body resting in the ground,
but I just can't seem
to comprehend that you're
really not here.

I can still recall your
warm hugs,
your love and compassionate
generosity.
I can even still recall our last conversation...
I was rushing to get away
from the crazed place of your room,
all the sickness crowding me...
I'm sorry,
for not giving you a real goodbye...

I thought it would just
be one of those regular times
where I'd see you
again,
breathing and alive.
I didn't even imagine that the
next time I'd see you,
would be your death.

When people used to write about
the claminess of the dead,
the coldness of them too,
I never really understood...
but now I do.

Your hands, so cold,
so lifeless...
so unlike the real you.
Your breathing,
harshly forced by a machine.

You are alive,
but you soul is not...
and that was the last time
I saw you...
I saw you for the last time alive
that day...
You were alive,
but your soul was not.

I kept on telling myself
that it wasn't you there that was sick;
I kept on telling myself
that it wasn't you drifting away...
I kept on lying to myself,
trying to protect my heart and soul,
from your departure...
I kept lying,
kept lying about you,
telling myself your condition was fake...
I lied,
and I believed myself too....
I'm so sorry...

I tried telling myself that you were okay,
this wasn't you,
not you there,
lying scared...
Silently waiting,
silently contemplating
your leave,
while keeping a calm countenance,
not letting anyone know you knew...
you knew your time was coming.

I was so scared,
so scared of losing you...
Scared of what would happen...

I didn't think you'd be really gone,
really not here,
really lifeless.
It just didn't seem real,
but now I feel it,
I feel all the emotions
coming down on me.
A cold and stormy
rain storm,
screaming down on me...
Drenching me and keeping me from
comfort...

Now you're gone,
can't come back
and I'm still
scared...
You're gone forever,
something that
nobody can reverse.

I'm so sorry
for not giving you a real goodbye...
Because now you're gone...
Gone away
and there to stay...

I'm so sorry.




Copyright © cocacola1331 ... [ 2004-11-12 09:23:11]
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Re: You're Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 09:28:22 AM AEST
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awww that was so emotional, brought a tear to my eye, very powerful write,

takecare,
pixie xx


Re: You're Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by Flipped_out on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 10:02:57 AM AEST
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I have a short attention span...and usually give up on some long poems, saw this and before I knew it..Id finished the whole poem

awesome..and kept me right to the end..very very! moving

TY

Kell x


Re: You're Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 10:41:06 AM AEST
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Gosh, I couldn't help but cry when I read this. I don't know what to say, i'm at a loss for words really.

My condolescences to you and the passing of your mother.

Kie


Re: You're Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Friday, 12th November 2004 @ 11:39:52 AM AEST
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Your writings are good. Yes, we tend to talk and type more about a loved one we lost. I also lost my mom almost 2 yrs ago Easter. I still find myself sometimes wanting to ask her certain questions, as she seemed to have the answers. Dont ever have anyone tell you it doesnt hurt...it will forever, but memories help you , and it makes smile.


Re: You're Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent_Storm on Sunday, 14th November 2004 @ 07:15:55 PM AEST
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Wow. This one was really excellent. You expressed yourself and your emotions so wonderfully. I really liked it.


Re: You're Gone (User Rating: 1 )
by EternalNight4x on Tuesday, 16th November 2004 @ 06:27:56 PM AEST
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very deep and powerful write....at some level i know how you feel...well keep posting your poems are great




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