The Eternal Sons and Daughters

 

The Eternal Sons and Daughters

Within their souls, where time stood still, in grief, bravely holding, back the tears,

There is the spring, the fount of sadness, now forever found, for many, many years.

That silent place, where pain will rage, caught within, the love and loss they hide,

The battle ground, where they would love, to set all their sorrow free, upon the tide.

From their broken hearts, where so much anguish now persists, at times unchecked,

In the sea of sadness, broken on jagged rocks, a significant part of them, wrecked.

Haunted by an invisible scar, that only they can sense, and see, an eternal strain,

Never ending, brought down in battle each day, as they wish away, the awful pain.

Floundering in cold comfort, heartache, the cruel world brings, with no forgetting,

For one that they miss, the restless soul forever lost, its precious life, never setting.

The mother’s grief, we cannot imagine, for the beloved part of her, that she has lost,

A father, who has lost his child, left wrestling with empty dreams, an awful cost.

The sibling, with its childhood memories, bound by the familial bond, now denied,

The family wrenched, in fate distraught, with emptiness, in broken hearts deprived.

Bound together, as they try to mend brokenness, with time marching on, ahead,

Past each evocative moment, through tearful phases, the jagged rocks, they dread.

Another birthday, another Christmas, those very special moments, never forgotten,

That evoke the pain inside, raging yet again, arousing mixed emotions, feeling rotten.

Yearning, the nightmare departed, the past in destiny different, all the pain resolved,

Freedom from wrestling with all the pain, the unpleasant weight of grief dissolved.

Once grief has placed its grip, on each stricken soul, there is no escape, nor respite,

With relentless precision, cutting deep, any time of day, stalking in the dark of night.

As they alleviate the pain, content to think, that the lost have gone, to a better place,

Away from the realm of agony, all bruised and battered, where their life was erased.

It is better than dwelling in haunted places, within stricken minds, of sadness bound,

To a place in their minds, a peaceful sanctuary, where the fond memories are found.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Oct 2024)