Lamenting her loss, he was,
Days as he knew, had gone awash,
Life was beginning to take a pause,
All his dreams instantly quashed.
Not so long ago, she was a stranger,
Their lives were never to meet,
But fate is a peculiar arranger,
Fatality, to them, was the cheat.
“We think we know the ones we love,”
More than once, he was told,
Abruptly, life can cause a shove,
Her lifeless form, in his enfold.
Style of Poetry: Monody
Well done. I think you will touch many with this one. Each time I liked a line - the next would speak to me too.
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"But fate is a peculiar arranger,
Fatality, to them, was the cheat."
Loss of a loved one can bring home just how much, or little, we did know them.
ReplyDeletelosing someone we love brings so much memories and we realize how much we love and know them, touching poem!
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I felt the sadness seeping through..
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Death has its way of accentuating the survivors life with regret, loss of time, etc. You've captured those feelings well here.
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