Ghosts

A poem about not living fully...

I never meant it to end this way.

There’s so many things I didn’t get to say.

So many neglected days,

-and lonely nights.

I wish I’d rejected my ways,

-and stopped the fights.

 

There’s a light creeping through,

-my window, highlighting you

asleep in the chair.

I haven’t slept,

-you haven’t wept,

Though I heard your whispered prayer.

 

Why didn’t we make the most,

-of the time we’d been given?

Would things have been different?

Was there a better life,

-I could have been livin’?

 

We never knew each other,

-like we wanted to.

We said it was too hard to do.

So I lived me.

And you lived you.

 

Why didn’t I go the distance?

I didn’t have enough persistence

to fight the resistance.

Was there even that much?

Now it’s the day of my death,

-before we finally touch.

 

Letting life pull us apart,

-letting the world make decisions of the heart.

If I had another start?

A way to go back and change?

I’d of made it to you, no matter the range.

I’d of taken the chance.

I’d of asked you for that dance.

 

The light fills the room.

And I know that soon the image of you

-is going to fade.

Reality and dreams will finally trade,

-and I’ll be here alone again.

Whispering my own prayer.

Wishing I’d done things different,

-so that you were actually there.

 

There’s no cards on the table.

No flowers on the windowsill.

No loved ones sitting in chairs,

-while I’m laying here ill.

 

Just ghosts of all my most

-missed opportunities.

The most of which is how I missed,

-any chance of you and me.

 

I close my eyes and try to return.

To that image of you that’s burned,

-behind my eyes.

And I cry,

because this is my last chance,

-to see you before I die.

                        I wish I had tried…

Author's Note

Been thinking lately about how we shouldn't miss out on the things that are important to us in life. Let me know what you guys think ^^

Reviews

[Southern Cross]

"So I lived me.
And you lived you." These few words say it all...Love this !! That is if anyone can love sadness and regret. Reminds me of a short story I wrote called The Photograph..same thoughts same sadness.

[MachinaWriter]

I'm glad you enjoyed it ^^

[Lunette Lariz]

Ahhh, so this is what a man sees before he dies. I knew this. Your will have a "flashback" of the things that happened in your life when you reach the 'twilight' stage of it. Yeah. :) So the poem, for me, was quite okay. Not that great, but I like the concept of the story. It's a bit rare. Well, that's what I think. :)