Seven Roads Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Ashburn paths where purple fighters slay
The hemispheres match like hands folded
All analogies bring you to me
We run like wild nightmares
We kiss like dark art on a lost street
Now we must look at one another
We part

Are you redeemed?
Something’s cannot be healed
We sort the mayhem
Borders of the insane rage
Narcissistic moon like a stiletto

Ravaged
Out of bounds
Burn in the fire of chaos
Sexual disintegration

Can we change?
Can we truly feel we are sorry?

These days without you are lonely
Like a rain filled with pain
Walks with country air
Clean time and chemical balance
Taking responsibility
Looking in the mirror
Really admitting where I was wrong
You are gone
I hope you forgive yourself and me
I have forgiven you
I am trying to forgive myself
I hope we both can love again

The seven stages of grief

Shock and denial
Pain and guilt
Anger
Bargaining
Depression, reflection, loneliness
Reconstruction
Acceptance

Have your walked the seven roads?