Photo-Poetry Challenge : Photo 8

Here's something I wrote for my late wife.

I was thinking of what to write on this photo, when I lit a cigarette and looked out of the window at the night scenes. A storm was brewing, the clouds were turning a shade of leaden red, and my thoughts turned to her.

And the words just came out, just like that. The mind is a strange master. Stranger still, it did not rain that night.

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image by Bluesky_Liz

Helpless

to have lost you,
as i watched helpless,
         gut-wrenched,
as the lymphoma devoured you,
just leaving you
skin on bones,

shutting out my light,
as a storm's clouds
obscuring the sun,

and you,
never giving up the fight,
i felt,
i felt
so utterly
useless.


24.05.06
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