Without a Trace....
When my lungs no more inhale God's air,
My eyes blind to the soaring bird,
Parched lips have said their final prayer,
All parting grief by me unheard.
Pale hands no longer touch your face,
Limp arms no life to pull you close,
Cold feet can't walk you to the place,
Where we in love, used lie engrossed.
This world so blessed with beauties fair,
How oft' they soaked right through my skin,
Mankind itself made me despair,
And wrenched my gut so deep within.
Burn my remains from this rat race,
Inhumanity plagues this earthly crust,
Gaze on my cinders in disgrace,
Then burn them too until grey dust.
Delete me from this world so curt,
From lifes atrocities I move on,
Erase me from the pain and hurt,
Now burn my dust 'till completely gone !
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
When my time comes to depart this life,
Inhumanity will be one of the reasons
I won't mind leaving.
Comments (26)
This world so blessed with beauties fair, How oft' they soaked right through my skin - so when one dies cremate and sprinkle ashes on the ground so new life can begin again. The best one can do, while living, is to do as much good as possible. And, write nice poems that remind us to do so, of course. Thank you for sharing yours.
I can well understand your reasoning as to why exiting this plane is not altogether without its attractions on occasions - on the other hand, I can think of one or two reasons for hanging on just a little longer, if only to get back a worthwhile return of all my pension contributions over my working life.
On a technical level, you write great poetry!
Regards
Bill
I love it but the contemplation of dying fills me with some sadness....
This is an excellent write!
Odette posted this comment on one of my poems:
"Human beings are evil personified."
You are saying:
"Inhumanity plagues this earthly crust,"
Yet, Keep up your spirit, my friend.
There is still goodness in the world.
The Desiderata offers this advice:
"Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism."
Kind Regards!
At times when I feel down similar thoughts crossing my mind but there is also many human people around just as yourself and I hope you see brighter days as your not just beautiful poet but beautiful person that is honour to know
Best regards,Thea
review Joy, I'm not ready to go
just yet !
Regards Mick.
you Bill,
I'm OK...I'm sticking around.
Thank you......
Regards Mick.
And wrenched my gut so deep within.
Dear Mick,
This is a poem deeply riven from your soul, from the expert pen of a Master poet, I'm happy to know you.
BrilliantIy written, i can relate to this. Very much enjoyed.
Can only go up from here
Up--up--up--up!
Where the clouds gonna clear
Up--up--up!
There's no way but up from here
Going up! : )
To Mr.Mick ; )
Appreciated !.........Mick
Great comment.........Mick.
Diana...........Mick.
Socrates....
Kind regards Mick.
support Thea,
I'm cured already
Regards Mick.
feedback Raven......
Regards Mick.
Dear Christina......
You really know how to make
an Irishman smile.
Great to know you too dear !!
Kindest regards Mick.x
this one M,
Regards Mick.
For your very uplifting poetic
comment !
Regards Mick.
But take a walk through Butter stream' And absorb the beauty of God in the world
For those who don't know Butter stream is one of the most beautiful Gardens in Ireland and is right smack dab in the middle of Meath right near Mizzy. Your poem had rhythm Good show
Barbara.http://www.connectingsingles.com/i/emot/dancing.gif
comments Jade.
Regards Mick.
Butter stream is no more,
It is now a housing estate.
Mick.