An Ode to Loss

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An Ode to Loss

By Tony DeLorger © 2012


She bowed her head, momentarily surrendering to those feelings,

loss, like a taut bandage, restricting the beat of her heart,

the heaviness almost impossible to endure,

and the darkness descending, enveloping her every sense and thought.


Her body was numb, her thoughts on fire,

and when pain reaches its zenith, there is an eerie serenity,

an empty and raw sense of solitude,

all functions in life on auto-pilot.


There were things to do, people to see, and smiles to manufacture,

kindnesses to acknowledge and air to breath,

yet pain is the centre and all that is touched is tarnished,

what action can erase, what thought dispel.


Touching her own hands was like stroking wood,

lifeless and hardened, lacking the suppleness of life,

and she realised how disconnected she was,

living in a capsule where time dissolved, was stuck.


Each time she tried to stand, the weight grew stronger,

and a sigh of acceptance left her lips,

emotions for all their power had dried up,

and shock had taken her thoughts, padded them like an antique in transit.


Tears were just out of reach and that's all she wanted,

to spew out this vile pain and purge herself of reality,

but she was incapable,

a shrivelled and singular frozen moment of time was all she experienced.


Closing her eyes she prayed for sweet oblivion,

for some peace of mind, lost in the clouds of dreams,

a temporary loss of memory that could somehow rejuvenate her,

give her the strength to go on.


But life is cruel, and until exhaustion could cut her down,

she'd remain in this purgatory state of torturous suffering,

realising what she'd lost, what had turned her life upside down,

and what she would never have again.



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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Much appreciated Aubrey. Yes, it is when we are in such emotional turmoil that we discover what we're made of.


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CrazedNovelist 3 years ago from Hampton, GA

Very powerful words in this one, Tony. Loss is a very tragic feeling, I think. It causes you to feel things you don't normally feel and say and do things that don't come from the character within. You become a stranger to yourself. Really great writing...


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Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Leslie, glad it affected you. I feel my job as a poet is to delve into the human experience, both good and bad, and in my way explain what it is to be alive.


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Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Glad you connected Justsilvie, and thank you for dropping by and taking the time to comment. Do drop in again.


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Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks coffeegginmyrice, so glad you connected so passionately. Thanks for your comment, it is much appreciated.


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coffeegginmyrice 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

Tony, I'd like to share this on my Passionate Poetry page on Facebook. Feel free to find it there. Thank you and cheers!


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coffeegginmyrice 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

Death is entering a dark atmosphere, that if a soul needs guidance to find the light. While we are still alive, we reach out to those who needs a shoulder to cry on and she/he will feel less alone. Private pain sometimes needs another opening for someone to feel that person's pain not in a bad way, but for the sake of comforting one's heart and enlightening one's mind. When there is loss, there is a need to mourn or celebrate (in a different approach).

This, Tony, is a beautifully written dark poem of anguish and suffering.


Justsilvie 4 years ago

You could described the pain so well. Anyone who has ever experienced a loss through death or even an ending of relationship will recognize these same feeling. Beautiful and sad.


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ImKarn23 4 years ago

Jesus..i was NOT expecting to leave all shooked up, Tony! That is sooo sad, so dark, so...

Sad..

to realize too what one had - and then lost - never to be had again - omg..

i feel her hopelessness..

if we haven't yet experienced it - or something akin to it - if we live long enough - we will..

like you said so eloquently Tony - That's life....eh?

an eyeopener!

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