As the time ticks itself away,
and my heart skips a beat,
under the willow tree,
selfless and demeaning,
I look to the stars,
in the pale night sky,
I used to be so afraid to die.
Waiting for the rain,
to come over the darkening hill,
the stars say goodbye,
and I whimper,
oh please don't go away.
To feel so alone,
in a world with so many people,
and look to the horizon,
and see nothing worth telling,
the sun has risen,
awakened,
by the cold beams,
breaking through the leaves,
of the decaying willow tree.
I'm still here,
still alone,
This would be a fitting grave,
If it were made for two.
A contest entry
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500 points, ended November 19, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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love the darkness, breathe the cataclysmic self indulgence
Comments
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A powerful and heart rending poem, dear poet;
and I can definitely feel a lot of the pain in your words,
because I've felt them all before, as well.
Just a couple weeks ago; one of my best friends, Cara, died during her first week of chemo because of a bad rxn . . . the most horrible feeling in the world to lose somebody you love.
I know that our beliefs are very, very different; but I want to share this with you, and I hope you don't mind. When I was first trying to get into Christianity, started reading the Bible and such, there is one verse that just completely reached out to me. . .
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. -- Rev. 21:4, KJV.
In this passage, St. John is prophesying (sp?) the city of the New Jerusalem, which is to come after Christ's Second Return. I have to think that this is one of the most beautiful passages because it promises that hope that we will be reunited; and forever split from all pain and suffering. An amazing idea.
Sorry for the sermon ^_^
Thanks for entering.
Blessed be,
Zach Estel.
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