Where are my babies tonight? Empty beds, missing the lumps I know to be them. Will peaceful dreams rule their slumber or will the night be filled with monsters? Does he know how to keep the demons of their sleep at bay?
The wailing in my heart threatens to spill into the hush. How do you hold in heartbreak? Pain echoes off the walls. Why do I muffle the sounds with my pillow when there is no one to hear them? My body shudders As my cries ricochet through vacant rooms.
I long to hear them: Fighting, playing, laughing. Anything to drown out The quiet. This silence is deafening.
Your poem is more than emptiness.. its loss You are very strong at giving that gut wrenching effect.. you know the feeling I can only state it as when you are hurting deeply of a loss,a death, or a lost love. As with all your work I find this very clear and descriptive allowing the reader the feeling of the anguish you felt.
------------------ Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace with yourself. --Amelia Earhart
This poem tore right into my heart Tara...A vivid portrayal of despair and agony..Sorry you had to go through that my friend ...I am so relieved and glad that your kids are back where they belong...(((hugs)))
Excellent as always...
------------------ "No one was ever ruined from without; The final ruin comes from within.".....Amelia E. Barr
Glen Hope, PA USA
Denise and Balladeer, thank you. Shawn, "gut wrenching"-- good choice of words, that's how it felt. moonmoon, Ruth, and Julie: I'm so glad my boys are back! All is right with my world once again. PDV, thanks, I had never thought of looking into PWP for support. I may follow up on your suggestion.