Ballad of Sorrow

Growing
feel it
I do
can you?
Chasm deep
one side me
one side you
seems so simple
build a bridge
cross together
life
blissful
pleasant
needed to salve
broken spirit
needed to prove
love reality
novelty
for one never loved
only owned
an extension of other
never seen
never validated
until…..
Papered cracks
velvet wrapped
beneath
terror
wide river
racing
trapped
beneath
gasping
roiling in rapids
overwhelmed
safety net
threatened
ripped
hanging on with whitened knuckles
bleeding fingers
while struggling to make you see…..
Vast expanse
ice made
how to cross
fire no longer scorches
watching
fear laced tongue
laced to smiling lips
will bent
will extended
losing self
to make another happy…..
Words dance
tuneless in the air
mouths moving
no one listening
fears
fast dividing
I see you
on the floe
facing away
unable to dance over moving water
leaving me behind
see you not
the pain
the need
the want
fed by
paralyzing fear
reality of life
abuse
degradation
falling down the rabbit hole
why
has it come to this?
Voices
broken whispers
tears
stars reflected
heart
never freely given…..
slashed
battered
chained behind iron
given to you
with gritted teeth
for I know
simple as
one
two
three
one day
you will leave.
©Nov. 20/20
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And Death Rides

Yesterday I vacillated between being ok and being sad.
When I arrived at work the first thing I learned was that a regular customer-a gentleman I have served for the last 18 years-not only at the grocery store
but before that as a waitress-had passed from Covid.
My heart broke.
And then at lunch I made another mistake.
I looked at the obituary page for our area.
And was devastated by what I discovered.
In the last two weeks-14 days-I have had 4 of my regular customers pass away.
4 in 14 days.
4 beautiful healthy seniors who lived life fully gone in a space of days.
One customer I served him last Wednesday.
Sunday he was gone.
I know that I harp on about masks.
I know that I harp on about listening and doing what needs to be done to lessen the impact of this virus until a vaccine is ready.
I know that I harp a lot.
But yesterday the reality came crashing down.
4 people.
14 days.
That my friends is Death by Covid.
I knew there was a reason why I avoided looking at the obits.
©Nov. 20/20
Picture via Pinterest
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