Poetry
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Suffering Without Hope
One day I will wake
To find you hanging
Above a letter
I won’t need to read it
I already know why
You tell me daily
Different words
Same truth
Suffering without hope
I find myself
Silently mourning
A death
That’s yet to happen
Unable to stop
The inevitability
Of your choice
Despite knowing
You are making it
I should do more
But there’s nothing more I can do
Other than wait
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Candle
I’d like to be able to claim
That none can hold a candle
To your brilliance
But the truth is
They are but mere candles
Before you
Their light
Only blinding
Against darkness
Only blinding
In your absence
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken