You, My Friend...

This hand of old writes out this end,

these calloused fingers wrap this ball-point pen.

This parchment I scar with metal and ink,

such a poison I give, such a disgust it drinks.

But far from the suffering, I can travel not,

the blood lays down like these wretched ink blots.

I will try to stray far, to tell where I’ve been,

but if I cannot, please forgive.

So long ago, I fought in deserts of sand,

pulling the bow, whip the arrow from my hand.

But my quiver so fierce, could not protect,

the thin chainmail surrounding my neck.

From the death of one, I became another,

a caster of spells, but a failed mother.

In solitude, she lay, in darkness, she cry,

and in both elements, she stay to die.

And then from there, a faint memory,

a beauty of a woman from far away centuries.

She had not much of a story to tell,

but a smile crossed her as her heart fell.

Somewhere, scattered, are the other pieces,

sown into time, forced into creases.

I can’t remember them, but feel their presence.

In their wake, I still reside a tenet.

But they call, far beyond, do I hear?

Do they say my death draws near?

They say the end cycle is close to pass,

and they say my cycle is truly the last.

So as the young man writes, the man in gold,

the inner-self writes, the self of old.

As the calloused fingers pick this pen,

in sadness, I must tell you goodbye, my friend.

Reviews

[State of Grace]

This is so beautiful and powerful! I loved it!

[KAREN]

I think it's a great write, very strong and powerful!

[HB]

Very strong beginning. You lose a bit of your word choice and rhyming structure along the way and then pick it up again at the end. I think with a thorough edit this will be a very stunning piece.
Good write!

[Ravyne Hawke]

Wonderful tale of past lives and the relief of knowing this is to be the last. Excellent write Luke. I loved the rhythm and the rhyme of this one.

[Hayley]

This is smooth as can be. Amazing. I like how you described the writing with calloused fingers on scarred parchment. "such a poison I give, such a disgust it drinks." That is a perfect line. I love reading all your works.

[halflives]

This is beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. I am in LOVE with your poetry!!

[Lily Mae]

Sometimes we cannot travel far from the suffering..it helps remind us of our lessons learned and or boundries made.. This is a deep and intense write. You have penned the emotions well..xx

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i enjoyed reading this very much

[Coyote Poetry]

"In solitude, she lay, in darkness, she cry,
and in both elements, she stay to die."
A strong poem with a lot of internal struggle. Sometime hard to see the good in a world gone crazy.
"Somewhere, scattered, are the other pieces,
sown into time, forced into creases."
I like how you ended the poem. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote