Like the charge of electricity that lingers in the air in the midst of a thunderstorm, the presence of death is sufficient enough to render a more reverent and deferential attitude towards life-for a time.
Although there is nothing more certain in life than death- even this steadfast assurance leaves us none the more emotionally prepared for it’s arrival.
I have experienced no greater feeling of incompetence as I now feel. As my words begin to ring hollow --even to my own ears and my embraces carry the patina of a much loved but now useless tool, I am rendered wholly ineffective. I hover precariously on the brink of insanity as I am unsure of how to proceed.
My days are completely reactionary and unstable. It is a very unsettling feeling and it's effects have rendered me an insufferable insomniac. While I do not personally mourn, I empathize with my loved ones that do. Eventually, we will all get back to living. It is imperative. As a reminder that it was here, death has left mourning at our doorstep.
© Missy 2008
The Renaissance, The New Millennium, death, insomnia, mourning, poetry and prose
Although there is nothing more certain in life than death- even this steadfast assurance leaves us none the more emotionally prepared for it’s arrival.
I have experienced no greater feeling of incompetence as I now feel. As my words begin to ring hollow --even to my own ears and my embraces carry the patina of a much loved but now useless tool, I am rendered wholly ineffective. I hover precariously on the brink of insanity as I am unsure of how to proceed.
My days are completely reactionary and unstable. It is a very unsettling feeling and it's effects have rendered me an insufferable insomniac. While I do not personally mourn, I empathize with my loved ones that do. Eventually, we will all get back to living. It is imperative. As a reminder that it was here, death has left mourning at our doorstep.
© Missy 2008
The Renaissance, The New Millennium, death, insomnia, mourning, poetry and prose
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