Immortality

Not really sure how to describe this one. Consider it as a mix between and prophecy and mad rantings of people buried in time.

 

Immortality

There will be a moment of silence

Among the stillness

A quiet so loud that nothing echoes in our ears

 

Our choice will return to haunt us

But in our ancient sorrow

Shall we look up from our pools of tears?

 

Life flows from our fingertips

As insanity erases our fears

 

What do we owe to Death?

What do we have to dread?

 

We

Whom time has forgotten

 

The fires that once burned so brightly from within our beating hearts

Are turned to ashes by our stillness

 

Withdrawn from time

And the living

Removed from sorrow

We are statues frozen in place for time to leave behind

We are watching

 

Watching

As the living pass by and we are trapped

Behind a curtain of solitude

Watching our own ruin

 

There will be a moment of silence

Within the agonizing stillness

A quiet when you will hear nothing humming in your mind

 

And from the gloom we will rise

A force propelled by millennia of waiting and wanting

 

And in the deafening calm

Shall Time ever dare to take us back?

 

Béibhinn Celia Blackwood

Author's Note

I wrote this a few months ago, and I'm still not sure what in the world I was thinking about when I was typing. I'd love to hear what you have to say about it!

Reviews

[deeps]

I really like this, To me it says someone is rising above from who they were and find that there is something
out there in this world. I like this, very well written.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very well written poem. Sounds like the ancient ones to me... trying to find peace and tranquility. Just something I understood anyway. Thank you for sharing. Debileah