What is this?

What is this?

A Poem by Michael of Gilead
"

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

 

 

© 2011 Michael of Gilead


Author's Note

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

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Thank you Rev...appreciate that very much

Posted 14 Years Ago


Death is as interesting as life.Writing poetry for a persons passing is a beautifull way to pay tribute.Your father would be proud of this poem

Posted 14 Years Ago


Thanks E.H.....missed your comment in all the fuss

Posted 14 Years Ago


Thank you, So What, thank you

Posted 14 Years Ago


i'm sorry that it was such a difficult event that generated such a good poem...you're right, there are never enough words for expressing properly the grief of losing a loved one.

Posted 14 Years Ago


The absolute dread of being stuck in a hate grip with the coffin door shut pulverizes the breath of this thing. I felt like I was drowning. This is truth to the next tower.
Being bothered by fucktarded peopl ewhen you want to mope and take in the hurt is something that most wish for and never get.
You took me to a dark place you evil Dr. Dread,

It dripped with sadness.

good work

Posted 14 Years Ago


Hey B, Thanks, you give the best gifts! ;)

Posted 14 Years Ago


wtf???? Dude!!! i'm so sorry, mooks!! callin you today...hugs bro, and at least 6 5ths of whiskey your way... :(

Posted 14 Years Ago


Thanks Doppel...as things got worse the first few lines came to me...the rest came after it was over...while he seemed to go peacefully....i guess one never knows...it's my hopes in those last lines more than fact

Posted 14 Years Ago


Thank you Robin....thank you

Posted 14 Years Ago



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