Conversant
Too far gone to discuss it at all
Too down deep for words to recall
Too forlorn for words to describe
So I sit and ponder as I scribe
Conversant in the ways of a ghost
Conversant with this unheavenly host
Conversant with words that don’t make sense
So I live with the numbing, so intense
Wake up to reality covered in fog
Wake up to broken words lost in the smog
Wake up to today which melds into naught
So I just let it go; it cannot be fought
that poem brings me to the brink of tears…and I can’t quite say why!
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I am glad that it touched you. I think that it is emotional because it is written from a place that I have not allowed God to heal yet and is emotionally raw. (perhaps?)
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Very well written and touching.
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Thanks so much Becca 🙂
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I felt the pain. I know the loss. Time stands still.
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Yes it does.
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Great poem and post!!
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