Surprise

A quilt of wool, scratchy and heavy,

Covers and wraps her cold little body.

It’s been a few months, one or three,

She smiles and gestures, “Come sit by me.”

I can’t look at her face, because I don’t understand,

The fear in my eyes, the shake of my hand.

The end is too near; the shock is too strong;

What am I to do, if it turns out I’m wrong?

A plug, a life, a heart of beats: resting, resting,

A pedal of weeps.

Her sympathetic eyes take over my mind.

I need to destroy these stories of mine.

A finish never started: A tale with no end.

In a downpour of thoughts, I needed a friend.

The ending never came, the ideas silently died.

Can you forgive me if it turns out I lied?

You were, you are, a creation of mine.

But it’s been too much of heartfelt time.

Thank you, I say, for never letting go.

Please, I beg you, I need you to know.

Now shut your eyes, imagine no pain.

Pretend I’m not leaving, my departure of vain.

Goodbye, goodbye.

I’ll remember thy name.

Reviews

[Nishant Gupta]

nice one read mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".

[Paradiddle]

this is really good!!

[Sophie Burns]

I liked it, nice rhythm.

[nostal]

nice use of rhythm

[roy mccarthy]

cool piece of poetry!