Forsaken

Young man lost in depression sitting on ground street concrete stairs

Sit not in your darkened room
alone and brooding
feeling forsaken by the Fates
the sounds of the living rising from the streets.

Mourn not uselessly your luck
that’s failing now;
your plans, your hopes
all gone awry.

Instead prepare and brace yourself
with courage, to say goodbye to them
and her;
for she has left you and is no longer here.

Weep not too long, nor pine,
nor waste away, nor degrade yourself
with empty hopes and dreams
for that which is lost, is lost.

Instead listen closely with your heart
to the joyous music of those still young, still happy
and prepare to say goodbye to her
with grace.

for the procession of the living goes on;
the exquisite music of the city
rising in your ears will carry you the courage
to bid “farewell”.

And shake not your fist at Heaven, asking “why?”
as if you are the lone forsaken;
after all, did not the Gods abandon
even mighty Antony?

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Forsaken

  1. Lara/Trace says:

    This is brilliant, Frank. Young and old do not know “How to Breakup” with any grace.

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  2. Lara/Trace says:

    p.s. – a newspaper should be publishing you as a columnist. I feel blessed to read you!

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  3. toritto says:

    Lara – thanks for the kind words. This came out of me perhaps eight years ago, a few years after my wife passed. But yes, it also is about breaking up. Things happen and life goes on. You either carry on or take to the bottle or worse. This poem appeared here before a couple of years ago. Funny, but I don’t think I can write as well anymore. At least not often. Regards.

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  4. beetleypete says:

    I read it as a personal lament for the loss of your wife. Either way, it must resonate with anyone who reads it. Powerful as always, and a joy to read.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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