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HEARTACHE/DEATH

POETRY-HEARTACHE AND DEATH

                    Susan Johnston Owen ©

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

Finding Middle Ground

 

 


 

In the midst of pain;
confrontation,

shackles of sorrow
fail to concede fault.

 

This malingerer in grief

weeps for consolation.

With his denial

she denies solace to him

 



They won't join forces

in the wake of misery,
comforting each other

to find inner peace.

 

The death of her child,

the loss of his lover,
has set one as a boxer,

the other a dove.

 

Pent up anger

sends her to rage,
he quashes emotions,

 

won't forfeit his ways.

 

Respecting his feelings

she backs  down,

then flares to resentment

against the fury he hides.

 

Pacing the floors

 

as the world will not cease.
Not his job to pacify her,
  his heart's living a blur.

 

Emotional trauma

pushed to overdrive,
stop forcing the issue,

 

her child, his love,

didn't survive.

 

To reach middle ground ,

 

  can't pierce wounds daily,
they need to share loss

once in awhile.

Realizing  hearts 

barely mended,
permanent scars

need to shrink;

 

 

THEY WILL TRY.

sjo/jazz  © 2013-rewritten 3/28/2015

 

 

 


Heartache of the Worst Kind

 

No reason to cry

the heart gives in,
winter turns to spring,

a slow ache says

naught will be true now.

 

Figuring what's wrong

five months have passed,

not just a twinge

that will pass away

when your voice

leaves my mind, heart.

 

Moving forward

don't force that.

The rain in my soul

is pouring hard

unable to imagine

the future without you.

 

Lost is a world filled

of inescapable delight.
Life goes on as my will

pushes me forth.

 

No reason to cry,

the heart gives in.
Perhaps a walk

in the moonlight will
clear my memories of you,

you'd have to remove my heart.

 

sjo/jazz 6/4/2011

 


 

 

 


THE SECRET- rewritten 7/25/2014

 

She told him not to love her;
he said it was to late.
She told him just to walk away;
it was time to close the gate.

Each day his heart more broken,
he'd be haunted, she was torn.
She warned him not to love her,
for nothing could be born.

She'd answer every call from him,
knowing she'd be weak.
Asking him to come to her,
would send him to his brink.

He wanted just to hold her ,
she feared to tell him  go.
Could she walk away, break his heart,
leaving sad confusion to sow?

Why could she never tell him;
her heart was his she tried?
She'd lie in bed weeping,
explanations? there was her sigh.
Loving him with a full heart,
she didn't want to lie.
Yet if she let him love her,
he would have to watch her die?

sjo/jazz © 2012
based on a true story.The Secret
He left her; it almost destroyed him. He should have been told.

 

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