Denial - a poem of grief

(Dedicated to the memory of my father)


In the coldest winter nights,

I see you here

And only you will know,

That I am weak

I tell you how it’s good that you are near

I wonder why it is you fail to speak

People say I have to let you go

And speak as if you do no longer breathe

I will ignore their madness even so

Yet wonder why it is I seem to grieve


You forgot again to meet me at the park

I sat for ages waiting for you there

I left because it got too cold and dark

Do not mistake this rain drop for a tear

There’s your book and coffee cup

With your memories infused

Placed within a cardboard box

As if they are not used

Suddenly... I gasp for air

My body’s strength deserts me now

I start to sweat and shake with fear

I know…

you…

are...

no longer...

here : (

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sarcasticool 4 years ago from New Zealand Author

Thanks I appreciate that very much ;)


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iva dragostinova 4 years ago from Brighton, UK

Beautiful, sad and ever lasting. Amazing as always.


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sarcasticool 4 years ago from New Zealand Author

Thank you :)


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PHILLYDREAMER 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

It's hard to let go of a loved one that passed away. Denial is the first stage of grieving, and this poem captures it perfectly.


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sarcasticool 4 years ago from New Zealand Author

Thank you. Your words are true indeed.


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Express10 4 years ago from East Coast

I enjoyed this poem. Grief is something that can't be denied long term.


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

I have lost a few now but Mom is the only one I talk to at times. I just have to tell her how bad I miss her, and that is about all I say.

Great write.


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sarcasticool 4 years ago from New Zealand Author

Thank you for your comments, they are appreciated. You are right, it is very hard to move on, and the more people we lose in our life makes it that much harder as we look around and suddenly there is not too many of "old guard" so to speak, left to take comfort from. The parents, grand parents, uncles and aunts etc., to me they are like the foundations of your life, that set up the structure of your life for the future and before you know it they are gone, and you are alone.


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sarcasticool 4 years ago from New Zealand Author

Thank you, I am glad you could relate to this. Sometimes I find myself going back to places we were together, even now, I seem to torture myself like that for some reason. Christmas time, Father's Day and his Birthday, the empty space at those moments no one else can fill. I miss him, I wonder what he would make of the earthquakes or people in my life that are important to me that he'll never meet and they will never know him.


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rahul0324 4 years ago from Gurgaon, India

beautiful sentiments! nice poem! we always grieve the loss of a dear loved one! it's difficult to move on every time.


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calico Stark 4 years ago from Earth for the time being

This is a bitter sweet poem that yanks at the heart strings. I especially felt connected to this part...

"You forgot again to meet me at the park

I sat for ages waiting for you there

I left because it got too cold and dark

Do not mistake this rain drop for a tear"

This shows our need to be strong yet we are so broken on the inside. I really enjoyed this! Vote up and beautiful!

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