When I am GoneA Poem by Millionth MuseFor B.R. Written after his suicide.When I am gone let there not be questions, gloomy reminders of the why and how, tedious tensions that force slips of memory, disregarding the delicate balance of breath and heartbeat. Think of me, if ever, in the face of obscurity, a dusky haze just before the sun dips below the skyline, or the first flushed ray as morning collides with the horizon, signaling the creation of something new, something hopeful. Do not think of me as the heavy brume blotting away your mirth, dismantling your contentment, for I would rather be forgotten than the cause of torment, or the immutable purveyor of imbalanced thoughts. When I am gone let your mind take journey to the serene meadows and sprawling groves, where I will be waiting to take your hand and reveal eternity; whole and beautiful, open armed and beaming. © 2010 Millionth MuseAuthor's Note
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Added on February 25, 2010Last Updated on February 25, 2010 AuthorMillionth MuseBy the Beach, CAAboutA little bit of mystery never hurt anyone... I'm a writer, always have been--from my high school scribblings to the notebook I still carry with me everywhere. I've been published a number of times.. more..Writing
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