March 4, 2017
Dear Subscriber:
Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of
view. The theme for this week is death.
Today’s poem is about the agony of mourning a loved one
killed by a drunk driver.
I welcome comments on my poems at
http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
This truth is like a sea that has no shore,
Chaos infinite in heart and mind:
That you should once have been, and are no more.
To me you are as lovely as before:
Your voice still sings of life, your eyes still shine.
This truth is like a sea that has no shore,
An agony no reason can endure,
A knot of pain no passion can unbind:
That you should once have been, and are no more.
You died because some drunken bastard bore
Across the barrier of one thin line.
This truth is like a sea that has no shore:
That I cannot your battered face restore;
That all my love for you cannot turn time;
That you should once have been, and are no more.
We are all on a death march, numb and raw,
Driven on as loved ones fall behind.
This truth is like a sea that has no shore:
That you should once have been, and are no more.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose
for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/thistr.html.
For more poems about death, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/deathpoems.html
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This week’s theme: Death
February 27: One Night I Saw Aaron
February 28: I Wish That I Could Bring You to the Lord
March 2: Life Is Beautiful, My Child
March 4: This Truth Is like a Sea That Has No Shore
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