I’ve been here times before,
But I was too blind to see
Every day’s remorse
Repeated endlessly
Haunted by mistakes
Without learning a thing
My angel’s song has stopped
Now she cannot sing
Timid from the start
Spiral deeper than deep
Unattached from the world
And too tired to sleep
Everyday lingers on
Each worse than the last
Only cure I can see
Is to change the past
© 2014 Sean LaSalvia/Poetic Clarity
Unattached to the world........................very difficult ot be , but not immpossible
ReplyDeleteNicely told, Sean. "My angel’s song has stopped, Now she cannot sing" is a beginning of some sad turn of events. You can't go back. Try finding a new angel. I did, she's been here 40 years with me and still sings. I love her, she loves me.
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BTW, literally, I did stop singing but not like your angel. I sang in a men's chorus at church. When we moved to New Hampshire the choir director asked us, me and the angel who since has stopped singing, to audition. She was okay but he said he'd rather not have me in his choir. He informed me that I had a bad ear.
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Great to hear about your angel! So very happy for you! I went to a Christian School most of my life and I was told that I could not sing in the choir. I was hurt until I realized it meant a free period in the lunch room!!
DeleteYou have a deft hand at rhymes and your poem explores a theme many can relate to.
ReplyDeleteThanks!! I truly appreciate that! To say I went through quite a bit of sadness last year would be putting it lightly. I'm sure you and most other poets can understand...I write poems to expel my emotions onto paper. It really gives me the chance to objectively view my thoughts! AHHH! Clarity :)
DeleteI’ve been here times before,
ReplyDeleteBut I was too blind to see
Every day’s remorse
Repeated endlessly
Loved that line
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