Shackled…

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Precious possessions
Remnants of your love
The only solace now
I know it, yet my heart skips a beat

Unknown shackles fetter me
Pull me into a deep dungeon
The wait seems eternal
Memories mingle in woeful moments.

The night may be dark
But a million stars are shining
The breeze may be stuck in the trees
But it’s reaching me.

You may be miles away
I can feel your soft touch,
Wafting around me
Wrapped in the honeyed hope.

Don’t fret, I’ll be there soon.
© Balroop Singh, August 2021.

Inspired from the loss of a friend.

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59 thoughts on “Shackled…

  1. A very heartfelt poem, Balroop. Absences of special persons, do make the heart grow fonder. Stay blessed. 💕💕

  2. I read your poem, Balroop, and thought it was exceptional. Then I went back and read it again after I saw it was inspired by the loss of a friend, and the chords struck so much deeper. I’m so sorry for your loss. What a poignant expression of grief and love.

    1. Thank you so much Mae, I am delighted to hear that my words could express the emotions I wanted to convey. Grief is glacial my friend, it reins you in and holds you captive.

  3. You captured the loss of a loved perfectly, Balroop. Sorry for the loss of your friend.

  4. I felt the deep sense of loss and love while reading this poem, Balroop. It expresses what so many of us feel, when missing a loved one. Like you, I think they’re around us with the breeze and the star light (and the dragonflies and hummingbirds who hover nearby). ❤

  5. I feel the despair and love, Balroop, in your beautiful words. So relatable for many of us. I also love the lines “the breeze may be stuck in the trees but it’s reaching me.” I’m sorry for your loss. Take good care. 💗

  6. Beautifully expressed Balroop. I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. I felt almost as though the poem could have been written for me. ❤

    1. I know Deb, this poem is for all those who have to face heart-breaking loss. Our emotions seek similar expression. Sending big hugs dear friend.

  7. This is haunting and powerful, Balroop. I got shivers and then read at the end you have lost a dear friend. I’m so sorry for your deep loss. Those precious possessions certainly become more so when we lose that person. Hugs.

  8. I knew I would get to this challenge once a month if I opened it up to free-style poetry. I’m glad you’re here. Such lovely, poignant poetry, Balroop. I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. ❤

  9. “The breeze may be stuck in the trees, But it’s reaching me.” What an incredibly powerful line! I’m so sorry for your loss, Balroop. Blessings to you. 💗

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