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Survivor's Guilt

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Boys in the Band
What many longtime survivors feel after losing people.

Submitted: March 27, 2019

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I just got past the Winter Blues,
Only to find Spring arrived without me.
Higher temps are not warm enough,
At least the way they used to be.
With pretty flowers more sedate than gratifying,
As I sit on a park bench,
Under trees budding promises
Nature isn't able to keep.

No more transitions in the Winter of life.
While my eyes see snow right through May,
And I sweat out heatwaves come November.
It's all pretty much the same now;
To watch seasons, turn into years
That are a personal form of Purgatory.
Death claiming It not even an option,
When window panes no longer bother to show my breath.

Mother Earth there to comfort me,
Since she will usher in the soil of this man's grave.
What other than Father Time for than berate her,
Wasting it on a curmudgeon like myself.
This God who allowed so many to go ahead,
Loved, needed, depended upon.
And take all that life has to offer in an endless cycle,
Still undetermined if they will ever see again.

 


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