Time
They say time heals the pain
From this notion i won’t abstain
Yet ask the ones who live with grief
For them this thought is hard belief
Time just doesn’t cements the pain
But smother all feelings that ever remain
And even if one tries to breaks the refrain
The past is very hard to live again
Time seals the screams behind thick walls
To save the broken ones from a rough all
Yet agony finds a way to escape and seep
From the crevices of a heart full of grief.
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Four
Our fate was sealed with the number four
You left us at the age of sixty-four
Your years of survival summed to four
The years of struggle also equate to four
The day you left was a June on day four
Your life started on a date ending with four
So what is this mystery of the number four
As I explore this coincidence, morning four O’ four
Since your absence, as I step into the year four
Exactly, for days one thousand four hundred sixty-four.
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Guilt
Your final words to me were that you were a culprit
And at that moment your feelings I couldn’t decrypt
I was too focused on saving your slipping life
I missed seeing the end and your final advice
And I wish I could have taken back all the false assurance
And accepted the truth in your fading presence
At least then, it would have not been so hard, my penance
The guilt moments that remind me of your absence
You were correct to say I messed up when I did not heed your words
But for me, your life was too precious to withdraw my sword
So forgive me. I tried to fulfil my promise to you
Even if I had a slight chance to revive you
My efforts failed in this life, and for only one thing I now strive
Your forgiveness and strength for me to survive
But you were still wrong to think you were the culprit
When none of this was your fault, I have to admit
And I wish I had the chance to tell you this out loud
So you could have left in peace and without a mind full of doubt.
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Embrace
On a moonlit night near your old window
The celestial lamp casts a silvery shadow
Under its essence, something glistens bright
A single strand of grey hair entangled tight
The last remnant of your mortal life
Refusing to fade away into the afterlife
And as the cold winds dangle the relic
It sways in a momentum that feels cosmic
Sparkling the ethereal dust from its bright strand
Like a hypnotic spinner invoking a trance
And I am transported into a world so epic
Nothing there feels normal or just basic
I walk into a realm full of your grace
Into a child-like dream, a safe escape
In there, I can still feel your warm embrace.
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Dedicated to my sweetest, dearest, loveliest mommy. It has been exactly four years since you left the earthly plane and all I can say, I miss you. I always fall short of words to express you or my feelings when it comes to you, yet I have so much to says so I ended writing four poems this time. Hence, “A quartet of eternal love “as my bond with you transcends beyond life and death. Until we meet again, love your son.
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