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Beyond Words

Beyond Words

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Published by thomas_burleson
This poem attempts to share my world, needs, fears and insights during an acute grieving period after the accident
This poem attempts to share my world, needs, fears and insights during an acute grieving period after the accident

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Published by: thomas_burleson on Sep 02, 2010
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Beyond words, well beyond mortal reason.Where white light and white noiseMeet the howl of my wounded dying soulThere is much despair and the primal animal passion of loss.Few words,Fewer yet to listenTo the mourner’s taleOf journey & voyage beyond what I once was& further still to what I must become.This haunted wooded place has been, has becomemy sanctuary. Though there is little comfort here.The sound of breakage echos in the dark recesses of my mind…………….my soul.The cold wind shaking barren branchesslowly warms & calmsto a gentler breeze through new green leaves.This place absorbs my anger, my hate, and my hopelessness.My energy is spent exploring this forest.There is no sudden escape & no hope of rescue.I must navigate this on my own.Sometimes I run expecting to break free.Sometimes I merely run without purpose.Seeking only exhaustion and the troubled sleep that follows.Now I walk.Sometimes in strength,Sometimes with muscles protesting each movement.I live in the barrenness of this nightmareDespite its harshness on my mind, body and soul.I survived the early nights in the depth of winter.Too early for joy.The spring is unstable yet and kills the unwary.But I watch what there is to see,listen to the sounds of lifeinsistent above the din of death.I know the way out.I know also it is too early for me to leaveThe shelter this hell provides.I’ve lessons yet to learn, strength yet to gain& wounds not sufficiently healedto withstand the light of day.1

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