Sabira

Sometimes I sit and think about you in the dying light,

How did it feel knowing the end was in sight.

Nothing you could do but wait

The hour so dark it was too late

 

To hold onto unfulfilled dreams

Pain through the soul weaves

The physical is no more

Is there light beyond the door

 

When you gave your last breath

Was it a welcoming death

The pain of the living left behind

You needed one more time to dine

 

Yet, who knows what awaits

Kismet and all its fates

 

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I was in my early 20's when my grandfather was dying at home my grandmother needed a rest so I came over and sat next to him one night to comfort him and let her get some respite. He was a doctor and surgeon and a philosopher and a lover of poetry and in his stirring slumber as I sat i heard him say lines from his childhood as his mind was mulling his life. I heard him say parts of The song of Hiawatha... every year (his friend had a tour bus rental business) and he would rent one pack up the family and drive west when anyone asked where we were going he would respond...Gitchee Gumee! I see him now traveling the world and exploring the many trails he had yet to see:) i like these musings Moon

[MOON]

He sounds like a wonderful soul. take care.

[barleygirl]

Many people write about death on this website, but very few seem to approach the mystery of dying. We are often too absorbed in our grief or other reactions, so we forget to sit & wonder what death is like for the one who's dying. So many times we try to convince ourselves that death has welcomed someone with relief from pain or whatever, but we don't really know. I love the things you ponder about death, very thought-provoking (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[MOON]

Lost so many precious people in the last eight years. Death ever present...thank you

[G!o]

I came to this poem with expectations, and I am glad that they were all met. I have always loved your writing since I joined this site back 6 years and you were among my favorite poets. Now to the piece, I know the piece pretty much talks about loss of a loved one, but like they say, the beauty of art is that it can be created from a single perspective and the audience will relate to a thousand different stories. When I started reading the poem, it is not the loss of someone that I felt but the loss of myself. Every line of this piece though simple, echoed so much pain, and the desire to extend the day just once more. The writing is really beautiful without too much imagery that would make it lose its rawness. I love the bare truth of pain it holds. Love your work as always.

[MOON]

Thank you , you too kind.Take care

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel the pain in this one...i think of my mother's last days...lying one her bed, with hospice...as she woke up every so often and looked around...not saying anything, just taking it all in...and keeping so much more in...
She had endured so much pain...i think she might have welcomed that last breath herself.
j.

[MOON]

Thanks so much will stop by soon.

[AYVID N]

Poignant and painful yet a ray of light beams through from somewhere...great flow and rhyming too. Appreciated a lot, MOON.

[MOON]

Thanks Divya , most appreciated.Take care

[Coyote Poetry]

DeaTo hold onto unfulfilled dreams
"Pain through the soul weaves
The physical is no more
Is there light beyond the doorth is a unknown journey."
I enjoyed the complete poem. The above lines stood out to me. I liked the ending. left something for the reader to think about. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[MOON]

Thank you so much will stop by soon. All the best

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend. I always enjoy your work.