I wrote this for a very special friend after the loss of his father.


Taken Away

Gone is my time with you
Ripped apart in grief and anger,
Cut away by the fates,
Stolen by the Reaper

No time to do all that we could do
And to say all that I should say
You are lost to me now,
Our hours have faded away.

Silence falls forever upon your lips
No more wisdom to bestow.
The hands that you once held so close
Will have to find the way on their own.




Poetry by Chelle
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Written on 2006-12-29 at 20:44

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Mark Aikins
I am touched by this, Chelle. Thanks for sharing it. I think that a reference to time in the third stanza would help to tie the whole together, as time is mentioned in the first two stanzas. It would be easy to do. Also, in the first stanza, it seems that mentioning both the Reaper and the fates is to multiply metaphors...choose one or the other and stick with it, would be my advice.

Extremely touching. Enjoyed the read.

Blessings.

Mark
2006-12-29