Cliff

in memory of my Grandfather.

Midnight flowers in my hair, the scent is heavy

on me, pushing, making me ready

to fall over the waiting edge

of my sanity, cause anyway i'm on the ledge

ready to jump...what's gonna hold me?

Only the branches of the glorious tree

of life. Daybreak with its light is hurting

my eyes, which hope avoiding

another reason to cry, will it be over?

 I'm tired . No four-leaf clover

for me, sometimes life is not enough

to live, the non-ending grief has rough

scars... Is there someone on the other side?

Author's Note

Reviews

[Mayank]

hey, I found superb imagination here. Right from beginning to end the circle of grief is like a strong perfume!

[Ana B.]

Thank you a lot dear :)

[R Smith]

highly charged writing Ana, is there someone on the other side? I believe it will be so, this is a must for my library, one of your best poems, thank you :)

[Ana B.]

This is my most meaningful poem.....it was morning and i just found out that my grandpa passed away....and i just sat and wrote this......I'm very glad you liked it Richard :)

[A. Amos]

I'm tired . No four-leaf clover


The whole read was like listening to pink floyd song, hope all is good with you my dear and I love above lines.

A

[Ana B.]

Thanks a lot A. , yes I'm great, thanks....just being emotional I guess........