obligatory divorcing of time

Relayed sad story 

two many years married lovers.


She terminally ill

and he struggling to bear the burden

of conjoined distress.


She could not have lived.


They say her frame

transformed terribly

becoming more and more skeletal

as she bravely dragged it

through her life's final dregs.


An angel maybe he hopes

unable to witness her suffering anymore

might come down

take her to peace under his wing.


And what would he do then

the point of his minute by minute

praying for a miracle now made futile?


the sound of his heart broken sobbings

on an air turned immediately to

the unimportance of his reasons to live


so powerful their love of each other

so demanding of their inseparability

that it became awash

with suicidal influencings

insistence's of his need to go and find her

in eternity


I have heard

a blade across the throat ended his sorrow

and I pray it had been with all speed 

for his soul hurting sake


and hope that nothing but flesh and blood remained

to enter earth's mouth

his spirit separated then would be free

to set out on its quest

of seeking reunification   


◄ using jealousy as a weapon

kicking the arse of my own capabilities awake ►


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Rose Casserley

Sun 14th Oct 2018 10:41

guys, you have all kindly blown me away with your sympathising, thoughtful comments and helpful likes so let me thank each of you in turn for helping in your brilliant poetic ways of making this site as wonderful as it is and I know always will be. Regarding the poem itself, I'm sorry to say was indeed a very sad but unfortunately true story passed on to me by a close friend.

Thank's mucho again folks!

Rose ?

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Jemima Jones

Sat 13th Oct 2018 21:40

Should this 'relayed sad story' be true Rose then I offer my belated sympathies although from a distance to the victims of this tragedy and to those related. On the other hand, should this poem be a fictitious one then you have my absolute admiration for the way you have poured so much power into its construction. Thank you. Jemima.

Big Sal

Sat 13th Oct 2018 16:51

Breathtakingly beautiful piece Rose. Each line feels like a minute in an hour glass that refuses to empty, until finally when you look away for a moment and realize it never had sand to begin with.

Excellent poem.?

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Sat 13th Oct 2018 13:36

Rose, this one is very profound, tragic and romantic all in one. Fantastic!?

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sat 13th Oct 2018 11:51

I thought this poem was powerful in it's truth Rose..for some there is no one without the other...❤

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Trevor Alexander

Sat 13th Oct 2018 11:14

Tragic, Rose, that an illness for one can claim two lives. And yet I get that for some, one cannot live without the other. I don't know which takes the most courage.

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