Loss
Stark raving emptiness streams
into the screaming void
I used to recognize,
as me.
My heart’s locked up tight
while loss floods me
under a raging river of uncertainty.
I choke on mouthfuls of regret
gasping for air
while floundering in the inky darkness
my mind squirming like a toad.
Those left behind
prime a minefield of hate and lies
each one taking another limb
my memories are bleeding out.
I can find no closure
leaving me,
lost.
This is about the loss of a parent and what can happen with the siblings/others left behind and how it affects them. The artwork is mine.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.
Capricious Poet 
On top of the grieving…this is just too much. I’m so sorry.
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Thank you, George!
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Dark and stark …I specially like this part best:
Those left behind
prime a minefield of hate and lies
each one taking another limb
my memories are bleeding out.
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Thanks, Grace!
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sad 😦 be strong
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Thank you!
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You described well what such a loss could feel like with siblings leaving “a minefield of hate and lies”. I also liked your animated graphic. It makes me want to go to some YouTube video and find out how to do such things myself.
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The animated graphic was made with a free online site called LunaPic. You should experiment with it yourself, Frank. Here’s a link: http://www167.lunapic.com/editor/?set_old=1
Just go and play with it like I did.
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Thanks for the link!
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If you need any help let me know. I use Hangouts and Messenger if you want to chat about it sometime. I have helped more than a few people that like animation.
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Oh God…this went deep. The chaos that results from a parental death is just madness. A mindfield of hate and lies….exactly. And it is impossible to hold oneself above the fray.
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It is very hard indeed! Thank you, Ladynyo!
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The never-ending ripples are mesmerizing. You can’t catch them or hold them still. A good analogy with grief and loss.
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Thank you, Jane!
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This is full of emptiness. Well writ.
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Thank you!
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It does affect you deeply… the sense of being alone.. a void indeed. You paint that emotion very well
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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