The Shadow Of Death Poem by Elizabeth Russell

The Shadow Of Death

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There are times when the shadow of death
Dilutes living
It waters everything down making life,
Instead of death,
Insubstantial and unreal

What’s more, the words others use to comfort are,
After all,
Only words
Loneliness and despair are the ghosts
That stand by my side in restaurants
While I eat
And dance with me at parties
Instead of friends

They sit with me in bars,
And walk home with me drunk
They sleep with me,
They’re there when I wake up
Time heals, they say, the ghosts will fade,
But for mercy’s sake,
Why does it take so long?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chris Higginson 04 June 2006

Sometimes people can only give you words. You have so, brilliantly Chris

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Scarborough Gypsy 06 February 2006

There is no consolation in grief is there? Again, you have captured the emotions beautifully. This (like all your work) has obviously been written from the heart. Always love reading your beautiful words Elizabeth. Thank you Gyp's

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