Sweetest Sorrow

This heart too full
I can’t take any more
Love
     Loneliness
    Pain
I must close the door
Turn off the lights
And hide my face
Lest I crumble under the pressure

A sponge can only hold so much
before forced to spill the spoils taken in
I am leaking from every pore

I held her soft gentle hand
Squeezing my fingers as though
She could never let go
Until the very last  moment
I gently squeezed back

I wiped the sugar sweet tears from her eyes
As she tried to hold back
Knowing her tears were of love
I could barely contain my own

I gave her life
And she returns the favor
Breathing love into my soul
Chasing demons from my heart
And I die
Every day that I am without her

This heart is too full
I never knew
I never understood
How hard it would be
To watch her cry
As she took flight
 

Author's Note

this is a very rough draft, so be brutal. I expect it. Thanks for your help!

Reviews

[RHEA CROSLEY]

This poem reminds me of my sadness from having my wife depart to heaven last year.
I like the way you used the sponge "forced to spill the spoils taken" I can see you using that line again in another poem; especially one where gain was made. "She returns the favor, Breathing love into my soul, Chasing demons from my heart" That is so beautiful,that the love of a child is so powerful that it makes demons run. That was a great combo. Thanks for sharing.