QuietusA Poem by Brittany ZedalisToday is my moms birthday. 1964-2013.
Today, as the clock strikes twelve,
I am thrust through starlight and nebulas back to an era long since past, where freedom rang from the sky above
and your voice was the very foundation beneath my feet,
your long, slim fingers grasped my hands,
lifting me from perdition into light,
again I am swept away into memory,
as once again you lifted me up,
instead in this moment it was to cheers
and tears fell down your cheeks in pride,
violently I am ripped from peace, I remember,
the consistent clicking of machines and staff scurrying by,
anxious, waiting, pacing, then relief so brief filled my heart as yours continued on,
but in finality, I stumble into the darkness, your heartbeat beating on so slowly
that I felt mine would stop if a moment of silence passed,
and suddenly I am choking, I am pleading for air and life
while reaching for those long, slim fingers that once lifted me up,
I crash, and I am fallen. by Brittany Zedalis in Dead Snakes Poetry
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