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panaella
Sep 06, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

THE LETTER NOT SENT

The Letter Not Sent

 

Time to assuage the guilt.

Place the pen on the page,

Craft the words

To make the tears flow,

But, they will not come.

 

A year or two of living hell

Seems long enough

To taste the toxic fog

of oblivion,

To make the tears flow,

But, they will not come.

 

How will the words find

Their way to the child

You never held?

To make the tears flow,

But, they will not come.

 

My blame, your guilt

Will not heal the raw edges.

The apologies must state

To make the tears flow,

But, they will not come.

 

The ink connects the words

To deeds-Time to say

I’m sorry.

To make the tears flow,

But, they will not come.

 

 

Ellie LaCrosse

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themoonman

themoonman

17 years 8 months ago

Ellie...

thank you for sharing this poem here with us... it is written well and felt by the reader.. me.. sometimes the right words can never be said or heard.. thank you for penning your heartfelt write.. Richard
yenti

yenti

17 years 8 months ago

The Letter

A lovely gentle piece, that tears at the memories of things gone by, and the open wounds left by either regret or of blame. The end being misery . The beginning being that it has been carved in the stone of the past and it is now time to really put pen to paper and make it end. There is a journey to make without the past being infront of us, if I have read this correctly..... Yours Ian.T
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panaella

17 years 8 months ago

thanks all...

Hi Richard, Ian, et al, This poem is truely autobiographical. In the sense that it is based on real life events that have either happened to me or I have been involved in either by sharing the experience or having been told it ....and it now becomes part of MY life story, albeit, vicariously. It's about how grief & guilt can cause you to face the abyss and fall into oblivion through the use of drink or drugs to block out the pain, or to find closure. An unsent letter, written privately, spewing out that poisionous grief & anger can help to heal. But sometimes it does not. 'And the tears will not fall.' Ellie.
tbeaudet

tbeaudet

17 years 8 months ago

I love the repetition

on this well crafted poem. I'd be willing to bet that some of the greatest letters ever written were never sent. Thanks for sharing... Tom