The Survivors
It’s not right to be left
alone,
alone in a life we meant to spend
together.
“‘Til death do us part” we
vow,
counting on growing old together.
Counting those eggs will all be chickens.
Death did us part.
He dropped in uninvited
and unwelcomed.
No voluntary act, this parting,
not generously given,
but wrenched from an unwilling victim.
A rapacious glutton,
delighting himself on the tears
of those he leaves behind to mourning.
“Take me too!” we cry to no avail.
He’d have no feasts of
sorrow without survivors.
So he leaves us to the pains
and emptiness
that fill him.
©2020
Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved
Apt sentence: “Take me too!” we cry to no avail. He or She does not listen. He or She is a sadist.
ReplyDeleteI am quoting your poem now in discussions related to Covid. What a pain it is inflicting on families?
ReplyDeleteSo true. Fortunately, I know no one personally affected. I hope it stays that way, and is for you as well. Your thinking of my poem is quite a compliment to me.
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