You’ve explained it all so beautifully, this painstaking brutal heart wrenching dense fog that casts its shadows over one’s entire being. The mathematical equations and symmetry of life no longer compute or matter to the one who’s heart does still beat. I believe it is the soul that lingers within the silence, for the soul has no boundaries to define time or space. It only yearns for the beyond, not the past or present. It yearns for what is to come in the Heavenly place where we are promised no more pain or tears. In their stillness, maybe they have a knowing of God’s biggest plan to reunite us all with Him! As we learn to offer the grace and peace to those set aside that He Himself continues to provide for us, this offer of the ultimate love is why I believe He created us all in the first place!
May God continue to bless you and your loved ones! 🙏🏻
When life fades from the ones we love
We are left alone in another world
Unable to bring back that familiar smile
The fondest memories are just a dark hole
Of a distant past
Age creeps upon us all
As we fight just to survive
But the oldest, most vulnerable
Have the hardest time trying to understand
What is happening to them
As dementia attacks from within
They vaguely recognize us
They are mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles
After spending their life caring for us
As the tables turn, we seek answers
The questions never end
Solutions never appear
As we try to comfort them
They slip away slowly
We see it in their eyes
The sadness, confusion
They are so tired
Ready to give up, ready to go
We look for a miracle
To give them one last chance
But life moves too fast
And before we know it
We will be next
I can relate to this,
a myriad of levels of loss,
or " what could've beens ",
the damned " path not takens ", what' might have beens,
beckoning seductively from so many different doors,
failed relationships,
like the death of a thousand cuts,
without drawing as much blood,
gunshots drop with every beat.
bringing pain of every beat,
from the universe of neurons,
the price of being human,
I am still perversely happy to pay,
it would make me oh - so - much - less human,
like a meat automaton,
if I did not.
I seek some great Revelation,
I ride the beast,
which slouches towards Bethlehem,
its hour having come 'round at last,
perhaps, just perhaps,
I. am. the. rough. beast,
and maybe the hour,
IS MINE.
Such a touching prose Turbomang!
You’ve explained it all so beautifully, this painstaking brutal heart wrenching dense fog that casts its shadows over one’s entire being. The mathematical equations and symmetry of life no longer compute or matter to the one who’s heart does still beat. I believe it is the soul that lingers within the silence, for the soul has no boundaries to define time or space. It only yearns for the beyond, not the past or present. It yearns for what is to come in the Heavenly place where we are promised no more pain or tears. In their stillness, maybe they have a knowing of God’s biggest plan to reunite us all with Him! As we learn to offer the grace and peace to those set aside that He Himself continues to provide for us, this offer of the ultimate love is why I believe He created us all in the first place!
May God continue to bless you and your loved ones! 🙏🏻
Beautiful ❤️