The Clock has Stopped
I was left injured; missing a limb,
and searching for something,
To fill my oblivion
We will walk around
With lead in our shoes
Our minds a hazy shell-shock
To cope with the news
You'll want to scream at the people
Asking if you're ok,
(it's a pretty stupid question),
But they don't know what else to say,
The stinging slap of mortality,
With the redness in your eyes,
The knotting of your stomach,
as a real friend dies,
I was left injured; missing a limb,
and searching for something,
To fill my oblivion
The clock has stopped,
And you battle a multitude of emotion
As you grope for a reason,
Whilst you're living in slow-motion
The lump in your throat
Restricting your breath,
The anger, the guilt,
The unfairness
You'll sit, half-expecting a punchline
and listen to silence instead,
you'll think of your jokes shared,
and things left unsaid,
I was left injured; missing a limb,
and searching for something,
To fill my oblivion
And when walking down a busy street,
you'll see her disappear into the crowd.
Wow! What can I say? This is great. I get real sense of loss from it it's really strong and focused.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a mature piece of work Luna. It is so powerful - it kinda hits you in the stomach and plays with your emotions. You have totally tuned in to the pain of loss. Part of it feels like the 'funeral' where people walk and talk and try to do and say the right thing but as humans we are unable.
ReplyDeleteI find the repeat of 'I was left injured; missing a limb, and searching for something,
To fill my oblivion' so powerful although my experience is that nothing really fills that oblivion you kinda have to face it and let it roll over you until it is done and only the pain of loss and happy memories remain.
I don't feel anything I can say here will truly do this piece justice and any thing I say will be weak in the face and the power of this work.
As for the last lines 'And when walking down a busy street, you'll see her disappear into the crowd.' this takes a long time to stop - sometimes still I see someone fleeting in the crowd and just for a second think it is someone I have loved and lost, even though it is impossible, years on; wrong place; wrong country even - these fleeting moments continue.
I am sorry for your loss - she looked like an amazing person - maybe you should post this on the tribute page?
Such a powerful wonderful piece of poetry - deserves to be wider read.
Only one little comment - can you sign your pieces - JC thought it was me, I thought it was JC and we both feel in awe of your piece. Be brave with this type of 'great' and put yourself to it!
Mog