The idea of forever is kind of ridiculous, which is unfortunate because it's kind of a nice thing to say, you know. I think it softens the blow of mortality and having to say goodbye to everything you know and everyone you love and all that kind of thing. Quote - Conor Oberst
The time to say goodbye is hardest
When countless strength expires
And hours fades into nothingness
You're left in a womb of pain
At the realm of hope's decrease.
The shadows loom above the ceiling
The sun wafts in its last light
The hands of death parades the room
From the vacant isles pulsed with silence
The sirens echoes from the distant
The death bells like a heron sounds
This unimaginable pain leaves me breathless
The windows quivers, iced up with dew
Slow - breath replays , in constant days of dread
I've longed for peace in the darkness
Thro' pain's increase, memories recite
The dead yesterdays of joys sweet.
The time to say goodbye is hardest
I long to smell the ever green grass again
And to hear the language of the seas
Once more in the mezmerizing moment, of the
Ever changeless sun on the realm of heaven
To breathe the free mist of the mystic flowers
To run with the winds, and to feel its warm pulse
In all the earth aglowed with spring
This feeling overwhelms me
To hear my father's voice again, across
The deep quietude of the ever dreamy river.
The time to say goodbye is hardest
The battling days are long
The nights grow cold and weary
Nothing matters but this one necessity
To breathe free again
Oh to breathe free again
The sweet air undisturbed
To be liberated from this long drawn pain
This flourishing sickness unabated
That has graced me for so long.
The time to say goodbye is hardest
The colour of the room is soft
Soft as the song bird's sweet cheer
Perhaps my thoughts draws me back
To the voice of violins and entralling
Blisses 'neath moon's silk hush to breath's delight
To think that I'd favor here than home
Death than the splendor of life
Is but a sordid insanity.
A freshly home cooked meal
Times spent with friends and family
The joyful laughters
The hugs , the endless kisses
Its sobriety enskies
this languid heart of mines.
The time to say goodbye is hardest
My eyes are wet with fresh remorse
The drips are coursing thro' my veins
The injection leaves me weary
I'm a soldier in this war
How often have I died
How often have I clung
To a strand of breath and hope
But as I look back
On the splendor of all my life
My heart would spring
A ceaseless smile
Thro' the valleys of my pain
Whilst my fervent prayers ascend
To a distant sky, relinquished
Of its glow, then so suddenly
I'm at peace in life's carousel.
Comments (35)
I didnt read the footnote till just now,
When I just read your poem I thought wow ,
Did you really write that.
I only spoke with you some months ago and am a little shocked at reading the footnote now to learn what you you experienced,
At deaths door,but came through it,
A beautiful young man in body and mind who played guitar loved his mother his girlfriend ,
Once full of life and hopes and dreams but I spoke to him like he had today he was breathing,
Wasn't meant to be that we would have this beautiful person for long,
His eyes lit up a room and his manner was gentle ,kind,.
Poet thankyou for your poem on here and I'm so relieved to hear you are okay you have there and back your life I'd say has changed so much more now that other people that haven't had your experience would understand but your poem gives insight to what you have been through,
Your a remarkably talented young man ,bless you.
You indeed are.
That's the type person he was,....he suffeered the anguish but he is in heaven in spirit and I'm not sad now when I think of him because I know he is the brightest star there ever was.
A very B E A U T I F U L masterpiece, dearest friend Mustapha.
Every experience we will have or had in the past were electric sparks igniting our inner fiery dragons which were holding the ancient scripts embedded with all the wisdom in our old & new souls.
'Forever' is not a thing our humanly forms could understand but I feel that the wisdom in our old souls are forever existing within us and will continue to exist hereafter...
......that is how I imagined it would be......
As such my profile i will be deleting as soon as my poems have been off the site. Thank you Angeline from the bottom of my heart. A private mail will be sent to you. Thanks again my dear.
Your talent
and raw emotions
are inspiring
to this tired poet!
Glad to see you back
Stick around a spell please?
SAS
I believe good memories are forever and will stay as carvings on our hearts.... the deletion of what you have written here is only the surface of what really exist inside... what lies beneath the surfaces are for eternity within you
I read and remain brethless. Like so many things in your poem...but still is under impression of it and words are not enough now...You are great Poet! I wish to have time to try translating you in my language. Thank you!
Don't leave me now
Beautiful poem
Forever friends,Harriett
I did you nothing wrong except write a poem about my experience. Unbelievable
Im sorry for your vexation because you hate my personality but you know what, i will still drink a beer with you if I visit your country. Take care of yourself.
And thank you for the wonderful comment. We'll keep in touch as always my friend.
Next time i would punch you in the face for being rude to me.
Adieu