Saturday, September 10, 2011

We Must Go On

In unspoken words cloaked in a shroud
In darkened sentences not spoken aloud
The piercing pain of loss invades the heart
Overshadowing the soul with a ominous cloud

Mere phrases and syllables’ cannot convey
Nor oil and paint on canvas portray
The overwhelming, life-draining crushing blow
That death leaves in its cruel, cruel wake

Those left behind who have felt the sting
Who have tasted the bitter, biting loathsome drink
They must keep marching on into the tomorrow
To face what the days ahead may bring

Go on, go on, yes we must
To finish what measure of life entrusted to us
Till we've walked the last mile of frail existence
         And we too, have returned to dust


Brian Miller said...

nice...empowering..and yet so hard to do...the letting go...but how we go on often speaks volumes of the impact of those that left us...

Anonymous said...

An ominous cloud followed me for weeks.

Arron Shilling said...

Like it or not your word is true - well written with a strong message

Mark Kerstetter said...

I can't go on I'll go on.

ayala said...

It was so hard to go on....a dark time...nice write.

Anonymous said...

A time of despair yet in moving forward, we overpowered evil. We had the breath knocked out of us but by stepping forward, evil lost its potency.

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

And we too have turned to dust....thank you