The Dusty Closet

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, arms full, in the clearing at the end I hope before you used death’s final key that you glimpsed a light of inner peace.</p><p id="98f5">You hustled us all with your smiles and laughs talking of all those plans. You fooled us all With your talents and kindness those days we strung lights on the house and painted the basement walls. I wonder if you fooled the liquid in those bottles with a disappearance act just like my dad, those lonely, harrowing nights. Why is it that all those emotions seem like a sleight of hand? Now I’m left trying to figure out the illusion, the paradox, the questions without end.</p><p id="3905">I know the world moves on, I know where you reside now but this family still carries the burden for nobody heals from the loss we only become more numb in time. And that day I heard the news became my closet, that I’ve locked away in the hallowed recesses of my confused mind I’m still waiting for the sunrise but I fear it’s all burned out.</p><p id="743c">And in those darkest of nights I, too, wonder what your last thought was as you sat in that dusty closet shuffling through all those tortured memories and moments that placed you there. I wonder, <i>did you weigh your soul to a feather?</i> Did hate blind you, like that bullet? Could you not take, another loss again Why? Please just tell me why? Did you think it would protect us from the curse, you believed in? Sadly it didn’t end with you, But just placed on my father and me.</p><p id="9da

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5">And I wonder, did you see it all, the stars in the night did you feel the warmth of the muzzle as you fell into that spiraling abyss? I wonder if it’s possible you found peace in obscurity of nothingness in the dust? I wonder, did you think of us?</p><p id="9f63">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</p><p id="47a4">If you enjoyed this story, you might also like to read:</p><div id="428d" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/these-eternal-moments-29eaf9e91ec6"> <div> <div> <h2>These Eternal Moments</h2> <div><h3>The deaths that bring us together</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*cnkTLqbCbZl6lWTR)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="e0e7" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/whispers-in-the-wind-277c183e83c7"> <div> <div> <h2>Whispers in the Wind</h2> <div><h3>A poem for my sister</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*sP9CDPerKA20WMsE)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A poem about the loss of a family member

How long were you in that closet? the life draining out your wounds, more than just the one you made with your trembling hands, but the one’s unjustly bestowed like a cursed family heirloom.

Was that bullet your key out of prison, you weaved? I imagine the gun was just brass after its roar lying in the shadows of a fallen king You always said you were dealt the wrong hand I wonder if that last deal, were the aces and eights?

how long you were in the dark before you pulled the lever, to a secret door away from me, waiting for a savior that never came. I fear you’d been in there since childhood like my father, waiting for the next fury of fists and rage. Did you sit in the dark, wishing for Narnia, or did you just travel the roads of nowhere to escape a life that betrayed you long ago?

Did you think of your mother, who was buried when you were but a child? To see her again, smiles and laughter; love and comfort, those things dear ole dad took away that she’d be waiting, arms full, in the clearing at the end I hope before you used death’s final key that you glimpsed a light of inner peace.

You hustled us all with your smiles and laughs talking of all those plans. You fooled us all With your talents and kindness those days we strung lights on the house and painted the basement walls. I wonder if you fooled the liquid in those bottles with a disappearance act just like my dad, those lonely, harrowing nights. Why is it that all those emotions seem like a sleight of hand? Now I’m left trying to figure out the illusion, the paradox, the questions without end.

I know the world moves on, I know where you reside now but this family still carries the burden for nobody heals from the loss we only become more numb in time. And that day I heard the news became my closet, that I’ve locked away in the hallowed recesses of my confused mind I’m still waiting for the sunrise but I fear it’s all burned out.

And in those darkest of nights I, too, wonder what your last thought was as you sat in that dusty closet shuffling through all those tortured memories and moments that placed you there. I wonder, did you weigh your soul to a feather? Did hate blind you, like that bullet? Could you not take, another loss again Why? Please just tell me why? Did you think it would protect us from the curse, you believed in? Sadly it didn’t end with you, But just placed on my father and me.

And I wonder, did you see it all, the stars in the night did you feel the warmth of the muzzle as you fell into that spiraling abyss? I wonder if it’s possible you found peace in obscurity of nothingness in the dust? I wonder, did you think of us?

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