The Sunday Whirl presents the following words for us to use: (I didn't use them all)
mingled dim damp shallow spell gaze drifts shattered call twitch words split
Through a glass darkly
Emotions tumble through my mind,
Mingled love and fear and hope
What does the future hold?
And will I really cope?
“Write it down”, I’m told:
“Dump your shattered heart
Onto the private pages
Of a journal, if you’re smart.”
But in the dim light of the morning
I struggle with the words;
Whichever way in which I gaze,
The view is bleak and blurred.
That the beast is in abeyance,
Gives relief but not elation.
It’s been halted for the moment:
Suspended animation.
When will it spring back to life?
When will my wife be dead?
The pointed sword of Damocles
Suspended by a thread.
And so I write as best I can
Of the now and present past
Embracing love where I can;
Only memories will last.
The reality is quite brutal,
To end then then begin.
A solitary life awaits me.
Damp tissues in the bin.
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© 2023 J Cosmo Newbery
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