Sitting In a Taxi




Slouched in the void,

Surrounded by plastic air,

I contemplate

My father's impending

Death.

The taxi driver,

Hears my sniffs and sniffles,

But though he longs

To know,

He does not dare to ask,

And I hope and pray

That he won't.

It's the kindness

That I can't bear,

Everyone being

So good to me,

Just melts me into

Tears.




Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-08-23 at 23:46

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Keiko
Good Poem
2009-08-02


Amna Ehsan
sad to hear about your grief, grasp stoic firmly as it is the greatest strength one could have to live with inner bound with the outer successfully tackling the obstacles of life.
heal up your sores of soul and peep a bit forth.
love Amna.
2008-08-27


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Esti...isn't it awful when you have the need to be alone with
your thoughts of the loved one recently lost, that they
overwhelm you with well meant but misguided kindness...

I know just how you feel...

xxxx Stan
2008-08-24


Phyllis J. Rhodes
This opens so much of your heart. We who have watched and waited for death to take loved ones know exactly what you speak of. You need kindness but kindness brings down the stoic wall that cost you so much to build. And you need that wall to keep insanity out. But you also need the kindness to remain to help you face reality. It's a quandary.
2008-08-24



It is the milk of human kindness that pours naturally and just when we need it, that gets us through such traumatic experiences....my thoughts are with you, hug from Tai
2008-08-23