Adios..

“Come with me”..beckons its  wisened  voice..

I look around..

 

There are the people I love..

Some I don’t see..

They all look at me..trying to tell me they are there..

I begin to answer..

But words fail me..

I cannot speak..

My pain is mine and it doesn’t heal..

 

“come with me..” it calls out again..

I look at it..sounded a fair game..

I had questions unanswered..

Of things unknown..

It told me I would meet my destination..

 

I look around again..

Wish I could tell I loved them all..

Wish the decision was mine to take..

Wish  things would have been easier..

But then it calls again..

Tells me what I loved was an illusion..

They who stand here..

Would mourn and forget..

 

..”Take my hand..I’m real”..it beckons again..

May be I should..

Fighting wasn’t worth the pain..

I look again..at my final seconds..

I see people..

I try to reach out..

I can’t..

“come..I’m your only option”.. it says..

I take one final look ..

then take its hand..

Its wish stands fulfilled..

I make my pact with death..

Author's Note

i wrote the poem when i lost someone dear..i just imagined myself in their place and started thinking about those final moments when the person knows that he is going to die and yet wants to hold on..what goes on in his mind during those final moments of struggle..

Reviews

[Linear]

All things they say must come to an end, yet we fight it, keep it at bay for as long as we can dont we?.......Death is not a natural state for man or woman, then again war, famine and crielty are not natural either yet they happen dont they? lets just pray for a better tommorow...........sad poetry but worth reading

[Sydney Evans]

This is so beautiful (: it really speaks to you.

A dark beauty this one .... absolutely loved the read .... and a mighty nice ending too.