All thats Left Unsaid (for her), par C.R.Stanger

C.R.Stanger

All thats Left Unsaid (for her)

She passed one Sunday in March at age 13

I wrote a sentence upon the sand

on the ground that holds you close within

and that sentence gave me hope

writing it over and over to see you again

i thought it was your face today

only a misplaced beauty in the streets

first it stole my pain away

then left my sorrow quite complete

I still hear the songs

I hear the heavy, steady, drum of silence

and then I took a side door of the chapel

and never looked back since

then suddenly my inspirations gone

as gone as your lingering spirit

and upon the horizon comes a dawn

and here I sit with you in the quiet

the ides of march indeed

came they true, that sunday bleeds!

all the times tied memory to memory

to questions and ifs, I am a slave

my heart sighs thru freshly dug up sand

I wrote a sentence on your grave

saying so much more than I could stand

it said

Catherine Renee Stanger

3-2-2004

(2004)

I changed the title of this poem to better grasp thr poems meaning...This poem I wrote for a close friend of mine who died in 8 grade in an accident .. I wrote probably a year or so after ... She was lovely and since then I feel completely healed from the situation but this poem remains sad because loosing a friend that young can be scary and to real for them that young it was for me and everyone who knew her ... I was far from the most effected .. But our group of friends pulled thru together ... Anyways I do not put the sentence I wrote on purpose ..symbolic of what is left unsaid after the death of a friend of relative... This is pretty much a true story I would sit at her grave often not knowing why ..

Note ** all my poems are copyrighted and have codes to prove ownership ... While I doubt anyone here does this ..still have to say Don't steal other people's work wether a poem is good enough or not .... It's personal and directly speaks from the soul of the writer and to take their work and say it's yours ..it's wrong and unnatural ..your stealing a peice of them ...it's nothing to do with money or rights...it's so much more than that...its happened to me .. It can happen to anyone .. It hurts and I always speak out against it even if to most it seems pretentious...

#cemetery #dark #Death #friend #funeral #grave #healing #lost #mourning #pain #remembrance #sorrow #young death friend

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