Wingless

[anirbas]

When tragedy struck
we were helpless you and I
Scales tipping on a balance
our lives hung precariously

Between this world and the nether
I swear I heard your cries
as we passed one another
in The Souls Gulf
I reached out
But I couldn't hold
you close enough
to save you

So you flew with baby angel wings
from here to Heaven's Golden Gates
And I wingless and cursed
remained here without you
in Hell on Earth

~Sabrina K. Henderson

[darkness0within]

Loss is something that will always be a tragedy to those effected by it.

Knowing this personally, as do so many others B.T W, it stays with you always. mostly at the back of the mind, but sometimes it comes to the fore in the quiet times.

Very well expressed anirbas.

[anirbas]

Thank you for your read and comments, dear friend.

The loss of a child is the worst of all tragedies. Being that it is Nature in reverse,
our brains are not hardwired to expect it. And therefore, we are never prepared for it.

It takes you to your knees. Most, survive. But, we're never the same, afterward.
Some, can't survive. And take the action of suicide to end the pain.

I know I did. Three times I tried, within three months of my daughter's death.
Pills. I ingested a nice cocktail of melaril, elavil and Tylenol with codeine #5's.
And went to sleep. First time, I awoke the next day.

So, the second time, I took more. Same mixture. I woke up two days later.

The third time, I took a huge handful. Woke up three days later
with the worst god damned hangover headache in history! Took
me two days to get rid of it!

So, I said fuck it. Literally. That was a monster
of a headache. I didn't wish to wake up to another one
of those since I couldn't seem to succeed in committing
suicide! Trying to die was supposed to take me out of pain.
Not give me more, damn it! Cryptic laugh.

Anyway, like the R.E.M song says, "Oh, no. I've said too much.
I haven't said enough." Shutting up, my brother.