The Loss Of Those Who Haven't Died

They say hope is such a wonderful thing
Keeps us strong against anything
But be careful what you hope for
Or it will do you in.

So many times I thought I understood
Who people were, and what was good
Only to find, what's left behind
Is broken dreams.

And they say grief is a natural thing
As we get used to what's missing
And find out how to do without
What we used to need.

But there's been so many dear departed
And none of them died before they left
Oh yes, it leaves you lonely, broken-hearted
And bereft.

They say it's wiser to keep moving on
And everything gets better after time?
But then suddenly you notice
You've become one of those who left before they died.

Or you try and try again
In a world that keeps crashing
To rebuild yourself and all you hold dear
Because hope is a terrible thing.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 20th Feb 2021 20:04

Thank you for your comment Stephen. I hope you'll never wish to give up before the end, I hope I'll never wish to too. Who knows, as you say, but don't we poets make bread out of certainties and butter out of uncertainties?

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 20th Feb 2021 17:30

Fascinating poem, Aviva. I would hope not to get to the stage of giving up before the end, but who knows?

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