one screech of tires, one swift moment of indecision,
one second, all it takes, to: end life,
end creativity, end hope, forestall love
first funeral, black hundreds trudged into service, parade of dying lights
to internment under cloudburst, so simply you’re put beneath them
why He was so jealous desire required another, no one knows
lying immobile in hospice care, scent
of dying roses, dying hope, dying dreams,
holding onto my hand, your sole life line, final tie to this world,
dying words; ‘is it over yet?’
ever since, each night, I lay my head on pillow and pray,
to any and every power out there, that I won’t wake up,
just slip away, quietly, like each of you did
now you’re gone, and you’ve gone where none can
set about bringing you back, pain intolerable,
it’s been done, you’re not coming back…
sympathetic suicide not being equivalent to sympathy pains
rules out any hope of joining
I hope you still hear me
razor shaver kissing skin is far from a noble method of acclimation
but tears won’t cut it, drugs don’t help it, and talk can’t cure it, and
still, this abandoned hollow, the last known residence of my heart, remains a void
won’t you overturn your coffer and fill this vacant depression?
each night the plead will remain unvaried, but each morning I’ll wake, and though
I’ll never be the same after you’ve passed through, passed away, passed by,
touched my life, I still expect to find you waiting on the opposing side
with a torch to light the way, when it’s finally time for me to be saved
Author notes
I hope I can make someone, anyone, cry with this piece, or at least bring them into my world even if for just a moment - that's the point to writing.
A contest entry
- You know you want to enter this contest by KnightOfTheRose.
380 points, ended August 13, 2007, 84 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
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"bring them into my world even if for just a moment - that's the point to writing." true..very true! Beautifully written and full of emotion! I really enjoyed reading this piece! Thank you so much for entering! Excellent work and the best of luck in my contest!!!
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first funeral, black hundreds trudged into service, parade of dying lights
to internment under cloudburst, so simply you’re put beneath them
beautiful,my favourite part. a combination of words i've never heard that sound beautiful together.
holding onto my hand, your sole life line, final tie to this world
i like the imagery here.
razor shaver kissing skin is far from a noble method of acclimation
but tears won’t cut it, drugs don’t help it, and talk can’t cure it, and
still, this abandoned hollow, the last known residence of my heart, remains a void
that's honest,raw truth right there. great job capturing that.
I’ll never be the same after you’ve passed through, passed away, passed by,
touched my life, I still expect to find you waiting on the opposing side
with a torch to light the way, when it’s finally time for me to be saved
strong, beautiful ending that left an impression in my mind. great over all emotion and mood. good luck and thanks for entering -
I need to comment again, cause I was in a rush when I commented teh last time. your poem, has alot in it. some people, they will read a poem and think. well thats good, or thats bad. but when I read, I try and imagen whats happening. your poem, has so much, and so little. it's really well writen. I love the last line. how your being saved, yes, you would be taking your slef away from others. but you would be also saving your self from teh world. this is really strong, and powerful. I lvoe it, it's so good. thank you for entering the contest.
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Thanks for the comment, I appreciate it
This is something I've needed to get off my chest for a while now...I'm glad you like you
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I like this, I could feel teh pain you were prjecting into it. very well writen. thanx for entering.
Felix BlackHeart
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