Seven Suns and all that has come
since the day your spirit took flight.
yet it's only a candle's flicker in my eyes.
Tell me dear friend,
what ever drove you to such an immutable act?
The pen falls heavy
with the weight of these plaintive words.
What shall become of how I miss you,
now that time has had its say?
As if a tumbling wheel of questions
over and over I am the same in all my asking.
Tell me dear friend,
what ever drove you to such an immutable act?
I am here standing tall
atop these twenty four hundred days.
Here with memories intact,
I remain as dumbfounded,
as on the day that was your last.
I'm going out on a limb in saying that this addresses the suicide of someone very close. Very touching.
A powerful poem that brought a lump to my throat. The repeated question feels strong and real. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has a fresh feeling to it with a different approach. I like these particular lines: a tumbling wheel of questions over and over I am the same in all my asking. I am here standing tall atop these twenty four hundred days.