What is this?

Leaving here hopefully will be as peaceful

What is this?

 

Dusk creeps through the blinds

 

Like soot from a brush fire

 

My body feels lighter

 

No longer do I hurt

 

But I am so very tired

 

Why won’t they let me be

 

Offering me food and drink

 

No longer do I want these things

 

The smell, sickly sweet

 

Pervades the room

 

As darkness swells

 

I’m losing touch with this place

 

I wish I could tell these concerned faces

 

That I am alright, it’s ok

 

It’s so very quiet

 

I’m just going to close my eyes

 

It’s my time

 

 

Author's Note

My fathers passing...i have millions of words...and none anymore.

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you very much Joiedevivre

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Chris

[Joiedevivre]

hits my heart like a crossbow in its knowing familiarity. I feel like I witnessed the scene.

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Poppy...the pain they leave....seems to be left to us, even if sometimes you don't realize it

[Ruth]

I can relate and this piece really brings it home love..poignant to say the least..we often say when someone we loves passes, that at least they are no longer in pain..does not replace the fact they are gone..we have to find solace in some aspect of it I think..powerful poem!
Has caused a tear!
xx

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you for reading Athena and your words

[Athena Ramos]

i'm so sorry for your loss. :'|
i guess i don't know what else to say.
this poem is really sad~

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you Muse, and the swords will come in handy ;)

[MuSe Ampoule]

Sorry for your loss my dear! Can't even mask this with a humorous comment. You deserve your time to grieve in your own way...tell those a-holes to piss off.

*hands over a pair of shiny new katanas*
just in case if that doesn't work.

oh...great poem...wonderfully expressed and deeply sad. You help us feel your pain.