My Musings through life: The Fading Breathe

My Musings through life: The Fading Breathe: Day-26 OctPoWriMo-2018 Prompt: Inside Out (Form: Sonnet) Image: Sneha Faking, the plethora of emotions, The dirge of thoughts...



I have had days like this. After my father died, there was much left unsaid and much that couldn't be said. He had vascular dementia at the time of his death so there would have been no sense saying certain things. However, before his dementia developed, he wouldn't have listened. He always had to have the last word.

Similarly, I'd like to clear the air with my mother, but she won't listen. She'll jump to the defensive straightaway. When she passes, I will have the same remorse and everything will remain unsaid.