Paying homage through pain and suffering,
any distraction an afront to his memory,
any relief a disgrace to his tenderness;
my love will abide until the falling pall of
darkness flutters to rest upon my eyes, and
the final tear to streak my cheek has dried;
an hourglass of ashes, counting down the
sentence; a condign repentance overflowing
the void, suffocating acceptance within the
throat hushed by broken glass remorse and
voiceless reports of choler and dolor; upon
my heart and mind, restless he will ever be
art: by Eric Lacombe
Gorgeous poem!
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you are welcome!
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This is beautiful.
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I appreciate that, thank you
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Achingly beautiful! I especially love,”any relief a disgrace to his tenderness”.
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Thank you, Susan
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This is truly beautiful.
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Thank you
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You are welcome.
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Your words are so well-chosen. I read it twice just because of words, like “broken glass remorse”
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I appreciate that, thank you
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