standing outside the window.

Cherry

By celticman

Fri, 14 Nov 2025
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Book of Job 17:

My days are past, my purposes are broken off,

I miss me.

even the thoughts of my heart.

The way I used to be.

They change the night into the day;

So capable and strong.

the light is short because of darkness.

Always able to get along.   

If I wait, the grave is mine house;

I miss you, mum.

I have made my bed in the darkness.

I miss me.

 

Certificate U
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

The darkness that personal loss brings does indeed change us. Strong but sad words CM and well done to you for sharing them.

 

You might want to know you've a typo... capeable

Turlough

Submitted by celticman on

I'm less than capeable and more that capable too. Cheers Turlough (appreciated). 

 

Submitted by TJW on

Miss your mom, yourself, everything like a man.  Live up to the man in celticman.

 

Submitted by memphis on

Yesterday was my birthday. 11/15/ and my mum always calls me to sing and wish me a happy birthday. She passed the early part of this year, and it was paralyzing even to get out of bed. Not getting that phone call. But remembering her voice and our times together, I'm reminded that she's right here with me. Celticman, you're not the only one standing outside the window.

Alex Alexander

Submitted by celticman on

Thanks TJ and Alex. My mum had dementia in the end. Standing outside the window was a way of saying, I know but I don't know fuck all, but I still feel the same. 

 

Submitted by TJW on

Welcome to the Fuck All Club.  Smells like buffed leather and a soft musk of sweet tobacco.  Have a seat.  I'll pour you a drink.  Scotch whiskey?