Nothing Makes Sense

Dry eyes

Pink balloons

Satin sheets

Nothing is related to the other.

Nothing makes sense.

A thousand words are written

A million songs are sung.

The days are slowly churning, tic toc

Here comes another one.

Hello was for a moment

Goodbye will last forever

Yet inside this spec of time

Your face I still remember.

The way your auburn hair would fall

When you just arose from bed

Or how your smile lit the room

We had so many years ahead.

Staring down upon this stone

As the sunshine warms the day

I relive every moment

All the silly games we played.

Inside I'm numb to everything

I can't help but wonder why

We didn't get to live our life

Or why you had to die.

Teary eyes

Blue roses

Teacups

Nothing is related to the other

Nothing makes sense.....

Reviews

[Ayesha Faiz]

This poem is so sad and full of love.
The little memories you share make the person feel real, and it hurts to feel their absence.
The ending shows the truth of grief when someone is gone, nothing feels like it makes sense anymore. That is why one should learn to love when everything makes sense... When people leave the world, everyone suddenly starts loving you. People fly over the world waste their money, buy you flowers just to see you one last time. So my question is... why not now? Why not love me now when I'm still alive, still here... If you love me that much then buy me the flowers that I deserve now.. Please don't wait till I'm gone.
Your poem provoked some sort of emotion in me. The one that’s sad.
I'm really glad that you shared this with us.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This one made me tear up. I am reminded again of my friend Paula.
She died in a fire in 1984 in Texas. She was only 27.
I will always remember eyes, her grin...her laugh....her playing guitar so well and singing
with that voice of an angel...God, I miss her...when she died I was "numb to everything...and I couldn't help but wonder why we didn't get to live our life"----
This year we would have been friends for 50 years...and if she were still alive...we would be.
"nothing makes sense."---
j.

[LynGeist]

Poetry can be as painful as it is beautiful...If I get to wondering about life and death and the point of it all, I tend to think the whole thing isn't fair at all. It sounds like a beautiful friendship and a tragic death. Time doesn't always heal the grief but eventually we can let go just enough to keep living. ♥️

[Aethereal]

This is a well thought out free verse poem. Why need anything make sense? Why does anything need to change? Life is a dynamic process where the journey is more important than either the present state of affairs or the destination. Being aware of what matters within the moment to moment process of change is what life is all about. As our world changes, we change with it, for no one may step into exactly the same river twice. Death is a deep mystery that’s better left that way. The last deceased moment is also a deep mystery. Consciousness is a deep mystery too. I love mysteries.

[LynGeist]

Wonderful review. Thank you. I too love mysteries and I agree that the mystery of death is best left unsolved. There are plenty others mysteries to seek answers for. :-)

[Tomorrowneverknows]

Lyn I have read your poem several times. There are very deep feelings and memories

"I can't help but wonder why

We didn't get to live our life

Or why you had to die ...Nothing makes sense..."


...words extremely heartbreaking . I fully understand your poem. It is true, there are times in which nothing makes sense.


Jesús

[LynGeist]

Thank you for reading it Jesus. I wish we had all the answers and didn't have to wait until heaven to get them