Release


I'm tired of wearing black for you
How I long to smile again
Tired of scrambling up the rope
Cut from the other end

I'll throw roses on the box that holds
The one that I hold dear
If there's lessons in my pain
As I let go may they be clear...

The funeral drone is playing
When the song ends I'll be gone
I've cried because our love has died
But as the sun shines, life goes on




Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2010-10-10 at 04:59

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John Ashleigh
This deffinately deserves the editors award. The poem - such is life. A lovely mood, be it dark. Thanks for sharing this.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-02



I've been thinking about this a lot. I don't know if you meant this to be literal or figurative, it doesn't matter, either way it gets at the heart of what it means to be held back, and the desire to let go, to move on.

I like the rhymes, they come naturally. It's nice how "gone" and "life goes on" work together. It sort of sums up the whole poem.

Smiling is good a place, I hope you're there. Thanks for this, it is the sort of poem that hangs around, burrows in.

jim
2010-10-12


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2010-10-11


NicholasG
I have always thought the purpose of the funeral was closure. Life is for the living.
Well written.
Thanks, Nick
2010-10-10