The Thief

in #poem8 months ago (edited)


His soothing touch gone forever,
glistening stars were his eyes,
nothing left but an abyss of pain ,
ashes and an unwashed shirt,
brightest of souls, heavens gain,
warmth of his body intangible,
heart broken and hurt,
élan vital united with aether,

A hurricane engulfs lives of lovers in one full swoop,
my chest fills up with lead,
clanging chains chocking my neck,
my worst fears dragging my feet,
a stinging cold pain,
mind, heart and body stolen
by this insane thief,
death part of an inescapable loop,
an ugly beast, it stamps out all joy,
night and day, suffocating me with my own tears,
its name is grief.

Morning and night, I am faced with my beloved’s death,
they systematically tortured his mind and body,
he was driven to end this misery,
his soul may be free, but his legacy of suffering was passed on to me,
to carry this burden of torment, until I transform from this density,
isolation, abandoned,
friends all disappear, while death brings silence here,
rawness and vulnerability now my allies,
all that you fear,

Only those who the thief stole from, recognize our suffering
Its so wrong, I grow to hate being told I am strong,
there is no choice, I gave up the day he died,
yet we are inherently built to survive,
though his suffering was inflicted by dark dissent,
what passed will go unpunished, no justice,
malignity, removing our freedom and voice, we have nothing,
time passes without consent,
breathing is the hardest
I’d rather be reunited with my love,
filled with dread with a new day dawning

Every soul, unique as their human fingerprints,
those we cherish are etched into our spirit,
love transcends dimensions of time or space,
reconciling us when we exit this wretched place,
by virtue, our souls made an avowal aeons ago
to reunite in the aether of higher dimensions filled with light.

by Carlita Shaw

Author note

This poem was written a year ago after my husband was kidnapped, tortured and destroyed through systematic persecution by factions in shadow elite of a South American country.
This is why I have not been writting here for a while.