For her

poem by: Chris Cleverly
Written on Jul 15, 2016 

He knows there is no heaven
and sees how this life ends,
waking up each morning
he loses her again

 

Tags: sad, love, depressing, pain, dark,

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Delve Deeper commented:
Sadly beautiful.... yet simple Bravo.... but there is always hope whether in the thought there may be a heaven ( in the sense you can't disprove what you can't prove) or something will take the pain away from them both. no matter how small the light there is always hope.... take the stars they light the whole night sky and they're tiny some of them.
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thank you for your feedback on the poem and the thought gone into your comments afterwood, your positive outlook is prodigious.
Delve Deeper commented:
:) well... I don't know about all that.... it's just a small truth that get's lost in times of despair and grief.... in life there is always good and bad can't have one without the other... so it becomes a matter of probability something good is bound to happen sooner than later. ;)
Cecilia Crasto commented:
I'd like to think that there is a heaven, otherwise the outlook seems pretty bleak and life... meaningless. Well done, beautiful words.
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou Cecilia. Maybe it is for those reasons you wrote that the idea of a heaven was created, Imagine for an instant how final death is if you dont believe in a heaven
Christopher Russon commented:
Heaven is based on hope then hope becomes faith the assurance of all expectations.good poem.
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou for your comment Christopher. Allways welcome - nice insight too
Muk - commented:
So simple but so real, really relatable
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thank you for your comment Muk, appreciated
Allison Green commented:
Short and yet it stirred so many different emotions. Tragically beautiful.
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou for reading and for your feedback Allison
Ja Ja commented:
Life goes on, she waits
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thank you Ja Ja for reading and taking the time to reply

 

 

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